Burning Sage

Chapter 15: Cruella De Vil

"Is she dead Landon?" "No, just sleeping." We both took a look at her long, red scar. The cut ran from her collar bone, through her breasts, which were out, and down into her waist. The cut got deeper the farther you went down her body.

"Well what did you get?" Maple asked. I dumped everything into the backseat beside me and Maple. There laid bandaids, a shit-load of medications, and the pink baseball bat. "What the fuck is this?" Maple snubbed into her sleeve, "Like there's no point in grabbing every single bottle of pills. You really think we need a hundred bottles?"

"I'd rather be safe than sorry- look, just take a couple and relax."

"No, you don't even know what they're for. I'm sad- Ember's baby." she put, "He doesn't know he lost his mother." I hugged it out with Maple. She whined and whined about her and Ember for a good twenty minutes. I didn't understand why she was so emotional at this very moment. I mean everyone else in the world was dead. She didn't cry then, or at least not infront of me.

I went on and tapped Hope on the shoulder. "Sage, did ya roofie me. Ya could've asked before ya go on and strip me-"

"I didn't strip anyone. I came in here and you were already like that. Look, I got you some cut cream."

"Cut cream? What in the sam hill?" Hope leaned over the seat, and looked at all the drugs. I opened the bottle of oxycodone, and Hope took a couple. She hid her breasts underneath one arm. "A lifetime supply of opiates. What're we feedin a nursin home?"

"No we're feeding us." I picked through the sea of drugs, and handed her the tube of Neosporin, "That cut, are you going to be ok?"

"Well-" Landon moved aside, and Hope laid down in the front two seats, "I'd be better if I could put this Neosporin on myself, but I'on think I can. Sage, if ya could rub this Neosporin in me-"

"So help me God Sage I'll fucking kill you if you rub that Neosporin in on her. She can put it on herself." Maple then turned away in a fit, leaving me to choose my own. "Maple be fuckin for real. My insides are a'shakin, like they hurt, an unbearable hurt. I can't even sit up right. Just let him help me. Please, I ain't mean nothin by it."

"Let Landon do it." Maple looked through Hope's bag, and pulled out one of her shirts, "Or put this on."

"Ewww no ya owe me Maple, here, come on Sage, get up here and put it on me." I got out of the backseat and into the front with Hope. Within seconds, Maple began, "I can't fucking belive you. You're really not about to do this are you?"

"I'm planning on it."

"Just stop, Sage stop. I don't want to hurt no-more either. God-damn-it." In a fume, Maple crawled through the backseat and out of the semi-truck, "I gotta go piss in the dark, by myself, because of you."

"I can't help that you have to piss." Maple slammed the truck door, and walked away. Hope handed me the bottle of Neiopsorin, and Landon awkwardly watched.

"Landon, could ya like get out or somethin? Like go with Maple." Hope had pulled her magic, and some-how convinced Landon to get out. He left, and we were alone in hell.

"You're really killing me." I juiced some Neosporin on my hand, and ran that hand down Hope's chest, "Is there a reason you wanted me to do this?" "There's a reason for everything." I took the bottle, and laced the cut with the cream.

"Yeah but- what's your reason for this?" All the lotion, the soft skin, enough to make Maple lose her mind. And for the first time in my life, I rubbed one out on someone who wasn't myself.

"To piss Maple off, ya know, even the score with her. I just like ya a-lot, and I hate Maple a-lot too." Hope pulled me down, and we laid atop each other in the front seats, "Ya just need some convincin don't ya?"