The Day

(16) Fight? All Right.

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Chapter Sixteen

“We need to find a way out of here,” Brent blurted out, causing me to jump in my seat.

We were in the car, on the way back home from the water park. Our earlier discussions were based on my childhood with Brent – one that Alex remembered vaguely. I could tell Meg felt left out, though, because she didn’t say a word as we traveled, her eyes trained on the world outside the window. Our trip was cut short by a slight drizzle in Santa Monica which caused park officials to shut every ride down, and we eventually opted to go back to sunny Beverly Hills.

“What do you mean?” I asked, peering at him for a moment and then directing my eyes back on the road.

“Exactly what I said,” Brent answered sarcastically, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“How do you know there is a way out?” Alex asked, sticking his head in between the two front seats.

“I just know. We can’t be stuck in here forever.”

“That’s very strong evidence,” Alex jeered.

“Yeah, he’s right Brent. We don’t know,” I said soothingly, adjusting my grip on the steering wheel.

Brent’s eyebrows knitted together, eyes narrowing slightly. “But it’s all we have right?”

His words threw me off guard for a moment, and I shrugged. “I guess so…” I trailed off, looking at my passengers for a second.

“How did you get stuck in here anyway?” Alex’s smooth, British voice asked. A blush blossomed on my face and I turned, readying myself to tell them the truth. I stopped short when I realized the question was directed at Brent, who was blushing madly.

His lips formed a tight line and he looked down, playing with his thumbs absentmindedly. “I wished for one more day with her,” he admitted, looking up to me with that piercing gaze he had.

I choked on air, thankful that we were at a stoplight. It became impossible to breathe, and I felt that same air-draining feeling a bullet to my chest gave me. I managed to look to my left as I heard echoes of my gasping. Brent was doubled over in pain also, his hands clutching the same spot in his chest that he did whenever we relived that horrible moment in our lives.

“Br-Brent,” I gasped, reaching out to him. He held his hand out to me, and the moment we touched, the pain subsided.

Still breathing heavily, he pulled me in for a hug. We held each other for a long time, our chests moving in synchronization as we breathed. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear, his sweet scent tickling every one of my senses.

“I love you too.”

He smiled cheekily, his embrace on me tightening, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I offered him a small smile he couldn’t see, appreciating his attempt at lightening the mood. Too bad what he said was true. “It is…” I trailed off as he let go of me enough to look and my face.

“How is what we have bad?” he asked, one of his eyes squinting.

“It’s the reason why were are here.”