Annette doesn't blame me, she knows that her gymnastics is a small price for Lucas's life.
you know i was friends with him once? actually best friends but you know how it goes when you're 14 and you change your outlook and you start to see something else in your friends. in short: in the end i didn't really like my friends, thats how i became friends with Annette and got into dancing and music. Lucas got into his goth and dark sorcery and what not. we drifted. he was so nice and funny, i don't want to sound self absorbed but did i have that effect on everyone when i stopped hanging out with them? he's getting his help and Annette's family isn't pressing charges.
Mike, Annette and i went out for a slushie, they're the only ones who know about my power and i want to keep it that way. we sat down in the booth, we careful about Annette's leg of course. We sat in a booth next to the window, i was taken of guard when Lucas walked in, i instinctively averted my eyes, as did Annette (she forgave him but was still uncomfortable with him), Mike also picked a spot out the window and focused on it.
i read Luc's thoughts.
'i'm so sorry Annette, thats all you have to say- why did you even bother to get out a gun? why didn't you just walk out, and go home you could OD you could run away! no-one would have missed you! i need to say sorry, no she deserves more than a sorry, she deserves levity'
i wasn't sure what Lucas was going to do but i did know that he was not the kind of person who did things for no reason, i had to follow him, when he left i would. he sat as far away from us as possible, which wasn't very far, it was a very small cafe.
"we can go some where else if you want" Mike said, he was a good friend
"no" Annette shook her head "i'll be back at school next week and he'll be there, i may as well get used to it now"
"we don't have to stay, i know you don't blame him, if Jane hadn't stopped him from doing it he would be dead, but none the less it was his fault" he may be a good friend but Mike could be insensitive.
we sat there in relative silence except for the odd grown of brain freeze and the ordering of more drinks, then Mike left to go to the mall to buy a new jacket. Annette called a cab to get home while i sat there. Lucas hadn't moved it was like he was in a trance, or doing something that required no worded thoughts, he was concentrating but not a word had gone through his mind in a half hour.
he got up and walked dizzily to the door, as if sitting in that corner had drained his energy but i suppose there is an art to sitting still. i got up, and walked behind him, i made no sound, i was light on my feet.
we had come to his street now, it was dirt road with few houses but lots of land. he entered a fallen in one, through the window even though it had no door. i looked through the window, his back was to me.
"you night want to leave now" he said, i stayed silent
"i said leave," he still didn't turn around
"i want to help"
"you wanna help? where were you 3 years ago?"
"i-"
"with your shallow friends and lame boyfriends, you never helped, you never raised a hand to stop those jocks from stuffing me in a trash can or beating me up! you were queen! the only reason you want to help now is because your popularity has been flushed since you were considered responsible for Annette's knee by the whole school! i can't get a single thought! just go!"
"you heard him just go" said a voice behind me, that strong stench of alcohol was suffocating, i turned around, it was grungy man, clearly drunk enough to not know what he's doing but not drunk enough to miss a punch. "if you don't go girly it will be a very big shame, well for you're parents at least"
"what?" i breathed he was so close i could tell the size of his shirt, he grabbed my wrist. hard, i yelped in pain, and tried to run, but he had me, i fought and tried to control his mind to no avail. i could tell i was in trouble, i closed my eyes, he came near me, but i felt nothing, he had let go, the alcohol breath was gone, i opened my eyes, he was gone.
i turned around Lucas stood there, fear and protectiveness in his eyes, he had his arms stretched out, their was some kind of green gas surrounding his hands, he lowered his arms the gas disappearing, i looked at the ground where the man i'm sure was Mr Richards was, it was damp and had small bubbles coming off of it, it may not have been weird for it to damp but it hadn't rained for weeks!
"are you okay?" he asked me, he climbed through the window. i hugged him tightly, i felt so completely safe with him.
"thank you" i said
"you're so very welcome" he said, hugging me back, we ran off, we could hear sirens in the distance, someone had called the cops, and how could we explain what had happened? we wrote a note saying that Lucas had ran away, so that they'd assume that Mr. Richards had gone after him.
we ran back to town, and didn't stop until we got to my street, my parents were away for the week, so Lucas would stay with me.
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