The Foster Kid (Part 6) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)

Attacks

I was too freaked out to get into the car. Getting into the car would take a lot more time anyways. I just burst out of the eatery and went to Dylan by foot. Five minutes isn’t bad. Come on, exercise, people. It tends to happen when I’m freaking out and slightly have no idea on what’s really going on. Not being able to think straight. My brain making matters worst. I put aside all the tingling pain that’s burning my chest and legs. I put aside the possibility of Dylan lying to me. I put aside the idea of stopping to catch my breath. I don’t know why I believed him when he told me that something’s wrong with AJ. My gut feeling said that something is really wrong. I don’t know how these feelings develop but it’s sometimes accurate.

            My pace then got quicker and I eventually started running. I was running in the streets like a crook being chased by the cops. I could feel the guys hot on my heels as they were running with me. I slithered through the people going in different directions. The adrenaline that’s rushing through my whole body has magically increased my agility. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too crowded so I could run straight pass through. I was glad that they guys didn’t ask anything. I think they know when to keep their mouths shut.

            Then I saw it, the place where they said they were at. Then the second thoughts kicked in. What if I was being set up? But Dylan sounded really serious on the phone. I made the risky choice to do a last second crossing. I raced against the three seconds countdown. Luckily, the guys and I made it in one piece.

            Dylan was standing outside with his back slouched against the wall of the place. Then I saw Dylan’s face and stopped on my tracks. I stopped so suddenly that Isom collided with my back. My heart was hammering against my chest and I was trying to suck air into my lungs. I was boring holes into Dylan and he was doing the same thing to me. I feel like collapsing, but I stood on my ground. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” He finally said,

            “Why are you holding a bag of ice?” I squeaked because I was still freaking out,

            “Your brother kind of gave me a good smack.”

            “Where is he?” I think I know what’s wrong with him. Shit, this is bad.           

            “Jeez, what’s wrong with this guy.” I heard Sean, “He’s always getting himself into fights.”

            I had no time to respond on Sean’s insult. I just pretended that he never said that. “He’s inside.” Dylan jerked his thumb at a door, “He’s lucky the place is deserted.”

            “I’m so sorry.” I rushed inside, almost knocking Dylan out of the way. I burst in and found the place empty. All the tables were empty, which was weird for an eatery at this time of the day. Then my eyes landed on Andrew and this other guy whose name I forgot. Then it landed on AJ, who was cornered by them and he flashed me a fearful glance. “Hey.” Andrew awkwardly greeted, “You’re here.”

            I gulped, “What happened?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “I mean, how did it happen?”

            “It’s either because I said the wrong word or because he despise the topic.”           

            “What topic?”

            “I was just trying to get to know him.” He raised his hands to prove his innocence, “Was it something that I said?”

            “How did Dylan get hit?”