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had to force it, but it swung open, and as he stepped out on wobbly legs, h
e held onto the vehicle as he took a long look at the way the back end was
embedded into a tree.
Down the street, it seemed the other driver hadn’t had luck that was any bett
er than theirs; the headlights were still on, shining into the forest while t
he front end of the truck was nose first against a tree it had actually manag
ed to knock sideways. Oliver’s attention returned to Jeremy’s car. His instin
cts were urging him to run, and he wanted to listen to them. Jeremy Flaskis w
as mean; plain and simple. But, Oliver couldn’t leave him there. Wouldn’t. Th
at would be bad, and that was one thing that he didn’t want to be.
Oliver walked around the car and opened Jay’s door, frowning as he looked d
own at the boy he’d tried to steer clear of whenever possible. He didn’t lo
ok so tough now, Oliver supposed. Not with the bridge of his nose split ope
n and his eyes closed. But still, he reached down cautiously to shake Jay’s
shoulder, pulling back quickly when Jay’s eyes snapped open, seeming disor
iented as he looked up at Oliver, and then around them.
“Shit,” Jay cursed. He hurt. Everywhere, it seemed. “Get me out of here.” He
reached for Oliver, meaning to get out of the car, only to be pulled back as
his seat belt restrained him. Oliver moved into action then, reaching for the
buckle, unfastening it.
“Is the car gonna blow up?” Oliver asked. He was genuinely concerned. “Th
ey do that sometimes in the movies.”
Jay looked at him oddly, but ultimately only shook his head. “Are you okay
?”
Oliver thought it was an odd question, not only because he thought it imposs
ible Jay could care about his safety, but also because he was the one helpin
g Jay out of the car. But, maybe that was because Oliver was unaware of the
bleeding gash at the side of his head. “I think so, Jeremy. But my neck hurt
s. Won’t turn right.” Oliver tested it, and winced.
“Don’t try it again,” Jay ordered, and then ground his own teeth when he fou
nd it nearly unbearable to put his weight on his left ankle, and was forced
to hold onto Oliver. But, the pain they were in didn’t seem to be his primar
y concern as his attention turned blurrily to the other vehicle, and he curs
ed again. “Come on, we have to see if they’re okay.”
Seeing as how Jay wasn’t going anywhere in his current condition without Ol
iver, Oliver wrapped an arm around Jay’s back, and together they headed tow
ards the vehicle, where Jay finally let go of him to hold onto the truck as
he made his way around to the driver’s side door, where he let out a whole
new string of curses that had Oliver stepping back.
“Like I fucking need this!” Jay complained to no one in particular as he l
ooked over Mr. Dron. The old man was unconscious, his seat belt holding hi
m into his seat as an open wound oozed down his forehead. When all was sai
d and done, Jay was pretty sure that Mr. Dron would make sure he caught he
ll for this one. “We’re gonna have to leave him here... send help back.”
Catching on, Oliver moved to help Jay again as he limped away from the vehi
cle. Frank’s house wasn’t that far from them, and at this point, Oliver jus
t wanted to get there, since according to Jay, that’s what they needed to d
o, and then maybe Frank would come back. Oliver wished that Frank was there
now, as the two made their way carefully down the winding road, tiring qui
ckly.
“Come on, we’re almost there,” Jay urged, when Oliver’s pace began to slo
w.
“It hurts,” Oliver mumbled.
Instead of yelling at him for the complaint, Jay’s tone was gentle. “You’ll r
est soon. Look, we have to...”
“I know, Jeremy,” Oliver interrupted. “We have to go to Frank’s.”
The only sound they heard for the next half mile was each other’s breathing
, and Jay released an obvious sigh of relief when the shadow of the Seaberg
house came into view. Urging Oliver to move faster, they made it to the fr
ont door where Jeremy collapsed at Oliver’s feet, catching his breath as he
looked around. There were cars. The parents were home, and for a second,
he felt only relief as Oliver began to rap hard on the door.
It was when they heard footsteps on the other side that Jay took note of a t
hirty-one-foot luxury boat on the lake that looked a lot like the ones rente
d out in town, and something about it seemed out of place. At least, here. W
incing, he pulled himself to his feet and took a step away from the door as
he stared at it, still on the water. “Oliver?” he said, unsure of the questi
on he meant to ask as he turned back around, pausing when something around t
he side of the house caught his eye. It was a vehicle, but it took him sever
al moments to make out the shape of a familiar truck that he was sure didn’t
belong to the Seabergs. And as he squinted his eyes, the color popped out a
t him like a sucker punch and he bolted towards the door, ready to drag Oliv
er away from it. “No!” he shouted. “It’s your da--” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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had to force it, but it swung open, and as he stepped out on wobbly legs, h
e held onto the vehicle as he took a long look at the way the back end was
embedded into a tree.
Down the street, it seemed the other driver hadn’t had luck that was any bett
er than theirs; the headlights were still on, shining into the forest while t
he front end of the truck was nose first against a tree it had actually manag
ed to knock sideways. Oliver’s attention returned to Jeremy’s car. His instin
cts were urging him to run, and he wanted to listen to them. Jeremy Flaskis w
as mean; plain and simple. But, Oliver couldn’t leave him there. Wouldn’t. Th
at would be bad, and that was one thing that he didn’t want to be.
Oliver walked around the car and opened Jay’s door, frowning as he looked d
own at the boy he’d tried to steer clear of whenever possible. He didn’t lo
ok so tough now, Oliver supposed. Not with the bridge of his nose split ope
n and his eyes closed. But still, he reached down cautiously to shake Jay’s
shoulder, pulling back quickly when Jay’s eyes snapped open, seeming disor
iented as he looked up at Oliver, and then around them.
“Shit,” Jay cursed. He hurt. Everywhere, it seemed. “Get me out of here.” He
reached for Oliver, meaning to get out of the car, only to be pulled back as
his seat belt restrained him. Oliver moved into action then, reaching for the
buckle, unfastening it.
“Is the car gonna blow up?” Oliver asked. He was genuinely concerned. “Th
ey do that sometimes in the movies.”
Jay looked at him oddly, but ultimately only shook his head. “Are you okay
?”
Oliver thought it was an odd question, not only because he thought it imposs
ible Jay could care about his safety, but also because he was the one helpin
g Jay out of the car. But, maybe that was because Oliver was unaware of the
bleeding gash at the side of his head. “I think so, Jeremy. But my neck hurt
s. Won’t turn right.” Oliver tested it, and winced.
“Don’t try it again,” Jay ordered, and then ground his own teeth when he fou
nd it nearly unbearable to put his weight on his left ankle, and was forced
to hold onto Oliver. But, the pain they were in didn’t seem to be his primar
y concern as his attention turned blurrily to the other vehicle, and he curs
ed again. “Come on, we have to see if they’re okay.”
Seeing as how Jay wasn’t going anywhere in his current condition without Ol
iver, Oliver wrapped an arm around Jay’s back, and together they headed tow
ards the vehicle, where Jay finally let go of him to hold onto the truck as
he made his way around to the driver’s side door, where he let out a whole
new string of curses that had Oliver stepping back.
“Like I fucking need this!” Jay complained to no one in particular as he l
ooked over Mr. Dron. The old man was unconscious, his seat belt holding hi
m into his seat as an open wound oozed down his forehead. When all was sai
d and done, Jay was pretty sure that Mr. Dron would make sure he caught he
ll for this one. “We’re gonna have to leave him here... send help back.”
Catching on, Oliver moved to help Jay again as he limped away from the vehi
cle. Frank’s house wasn’t that far from them, and at this point, Oliver jus
t wanted to get there, since according to Jay, that’s what they needed to d
o, and then maybe Frank would come back. Oliver wished that Frank was there
now, as the two made their way carefully down the winding road, tiring qui
ckly.
“Come on, we’re almost there,” Jay urged, when Oliver’s pace began to slo
w.
“It hurts,” Oliver mumbled.
Instead of yelling at him for the complaint, Jay’s tone was gentle. “You’ll r
est soon. Look, we have to...”
“I know, Jeremy,” Oliver interrupted. “We have to go to Frank’s.”
The only sound they heard for the next half mile was each other’s breathing
, and Jay released an obvious sigh of relief when the shadow of the Seaberg
house came into view. Urging Oliver to move faster, they made it to the fr
ont door where Jeremy collapsed at Oliver’s feet, catching his breath as he
looked around. There were cars. The parents were home, and for a second,
he felt only relief as Oliver began to rap hard on the door.
It was when they heard footsteps on the other side that Jay took note of a t
hirty-one-foot luxury boat on the lake that looked a lot like the ones rente
d out in town, and something about it seemed out of place. At least, here. W
incing, he pulled himself to his feet and took a step away from the door as
he stared at it, still on the water. “Oliver?” he said, unsure of the questi
on he meant to ask as he turned back around, pausing when something around t
he side of the house caught his eye. It was a vehicle, but it took him sever
al moments to make out the shape of a familiar truck that he was sure didn’t
belong to the Seabergs. And as he squinted his eyes, the color popped out a
t him like a sucker punch and he bolted towards the door, ready to drag Oliv
er away from it. “No!” he shouted. “It’s your da--” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]