When He Calls (Moons of Nibiru - Book #1)

chpt - 40: show no fear

AT THE SAME TIME THE TRIO arrived at the farm, Father Cometa and Noah had arrived at their destination.

The car rolled to a stop in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere, in front of some log cabin. Father Cometa told Noah to stay inside, as if the boy had a choice in the matter. And then he left the car for the cabin, leaving Noah alone with his thoughts and anxiety as to what was going to become of him.

The moment Father Cometa vanished inside the cabin Noah tried his luck by kicking at the windows, hoping they would break. To no avail, the windows remained intact. It was a reminder that the car's windows were thrown out and valuable items were stolen some two years ago. Father Cometa had them reinforced, afraid the next time they would hotwire the car. He didn't have the money for a new car, but he did have the money to strengthen its protection.

It must have been an excruciating ten minutes of waiting for his fate to be decided, the back of the car becoming increasingly cold, when a tap at the window struck Noah with an icy dagger. Was his father back already?

"So, Dad, what's going to happen now?" Noah asked lazily, his eyes staring at the back of the seat.

"They're still deciding," said the person from behind the window glass, their voice not belonging to Father Cometa.

Noah immediately bolted upright, struggling at first, and when his eyes managed to adjust to the different darkness in front of him, he realized he had been accompanied by none other than Brendon Bourne.

"Hi," Brendon said oh so casually, ignorant to the heaviness of the situation Noah was in. His voice was slightly muffled by the reinforced glass separating them.

Noah just stared at the other boy, his mouth slightly open. He didn't know what to say to Brendon, words slowly being replaced by a rising urge to punch at the boy through the glass.

"You're probably wondering what I have to do with all of this." said Brendon, an unnecessarily charming smile on his face.

Noah let out a laugh, one bitter and riddled with pure hate. "I could give two shits about why the fuck you're here," he hissed. "I'm tied up, my dad is part of some fucking gang, and I was fucking chloroformed for God's sake! You being here is the last thing I am worried about."

Brendon nodded knowingly, looking away from Noah and somewhere else. Yet, he still continued speaking, "I hate this fucking town so much. My parents suck ass. I'm failing in school, probably won't even be welcomed back with my grades. I don't really give a shit about my future. What else is there to really do but take the offer some sketchy guy gives you to join a 'group' who occasionally robs banks and such with little to no repercussions? I mean, the thrills and chills are there with good pay."

"Brendon, with all due respect, I don't give a shit about what you have to say." Noah said, his eyes slowly watering.

"So you've accepted your fate then?" Brendon asked, looking back at Noah.

"Of course not!" Noah released, tears rolling down his face. He stared at Brendon. "But who the fuck is going to help me? You? You've already proved how deep into this shit you are, so it's no use in begging you to let me go, even though I really want to."

"You're right, I can't help you," agreed Brendon, his tone neutral. He leaned closed to the glass. "They'll kill me."

"I'm guessing they're gonna do that to me?" Noah said miserably. "My dad offered me to them as forgiveness for what he did, so I'm assuming they're gonna kill me? Or worse?"

Brendon said nothing, so Noah took it as a response.

"If you're not gonna physically help me, Brendon, at least give me a fucking phone or a knife or something!" Noah was sobbing heavily now. "Why did you come outside if you weren't going to help me? Did you wanna tell me your sob story to prove my fate could be worse or some shit? What the fuck do you want?!"