Fifteen Feet Ahead

Chapter XXII

Chapter XXII

It was my parents' anniversary tonight, so they decided to go out for dinner, and it was only on this very day that they went on dates. I think that's pretty sad. I hope my marriage isn't like that. Anyway, I'm pretty positive Gavin's parents weren't home too because I couldn't imagine any parents allowing seniors over for a party. His house was going to be completely trashed by the end of the night, and I almost felt sorry for him, almost. His parents are going to murder him tomorrow morning.

We never actually decided to call the police on him tonight, not because we were afraid, not because we didn't want to get him in trouble, but because we knew that a cop would have to show up at some point because Gabe and his friends were too stupid to be secretive about a high school party.

I had to watch Gabe, which was probably the easiest job in existence because he just played on his iPad twenty four/ seven.

I sat on my couch, as he laid on the floor with his fingers tapping all over the touch screen. I flipped through the channels, but nothing appeared interesting. I swear, the TV shows just got worse and worse as the years went on.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder rolled outside, and it began to rain.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"What?" Gabe's eyes still glued to the screen.

"My stomach hurts. My head hurts. I don't know, I just feel like crap." I stretched, forcing myself off the couch.

"Oh." Some supportive brother I have.

I made my way into the kitchen to find some Advil, and I poured myself a glass of ginger-ale to try to soothe my stomach; however, none of it seemed to work that well. I felt like I was about to throw up, but as much as I hovered my face over the toilet, no vomit came up my throat.

Duncan's going to be at that party. What if the cops come, and he gets busted? Or worse what if he drinks too much and they have to call an ambulance? That boy has no fear, and I know he would try any drinking game out there. There's no way he'd back down to any type of competition.

At first, as I was kneeling sick in my bathroom, I wondered why those thoughts were running through my head. Then, I realized that perhaps my nausea was only from anxiety, anxiety about that party. Next I thought, something horrible is going to happen at that party.

Back on the couch, I watched Finding Nemo for probably the millionth time, but i didn't pay attention to any scene, any dialogue. My mind raced about the party.

Soon, it was eleven, and I put Gabe to bed. I had a plan. It was crazy, but definitely doable.

"Goodnight," I whispered, shutting my brother's bedroom door.

Step one was to get Gavin's address from Margret. Dashing downstairs, I grabbed my phone off the counter and began to text.

Hey, can I have Gavin's address?

Almost I instantly, I received a reply, haha why? ur not actually gonna call the cops are you?

I typed, nah I'll explain later just please send it to me

Aww alright here it is: 313 Harpfield

Thanks Margret you da best

I entered the address into google maps on my phone...It was a seven and a half miles away. I sighed, realizing that it was a little farer than I had planned.By bike, it was going to take almost forty minutes, but maybe, if I hurried, it could take about thirty.

Lightening flashed outside, and it was quickly followed by loud rumble of thunder.
That's right, I'm riding my bicycle through a thunderstorm to Gavin's house. I was going to save Duncan.