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“And kicked it a little.”
He’s smiling and I want to sob into his arms. I have to
focus on his face. I can’t let my eyes digest the travesty of
his body.
“Come on,” I tell him. “Let’s go do something illegal.”
I leave Adam in the shadows and dart up to the edge of
the main road, searching for abandoned vehicles. We have
to travel up 3 different side streets until we finally find one.
“How are you holding up?” I ask him, afraid to hear the
answer.
He presses his lips together. Does something that looks
like a nod. “Okay.”
That’s not good.
“Wait here.”
It’s pitch-black, not a single street lamp in sight. This is
good. Also bad. It gives me an extra edge, but makes me
extra vulnerable to attack. I have to be careful. I tiptoe up to
the car.
I’m fully prepared to smash the glass open, but check the
handle first. Just in case.
The door is unlocked.
The keys are in the ignition.
There’s a bag of groceries in the backseat.
Someone must’ve panicked at the sound of the alarm and
unexpected curfew. They must’ve dropped everything and
run for cover. Unbelievable. This would be absolutely perfect
if I had any idea how to drive.
I run back for Adam and help him hobble into the
passenger side. As soon as he sits down I can tell just how
much pain he’s in. Bending his body in any way at all.
Putting pressure on his ribs. Straining his muscles. “It’s
okay,” he tells me, he lies to me. “I can’t stand on my feet
for much longer.”
I reach into the back and rummage through the grocery
bags. There’s real food inside. Not just strange bouillon