Daniel

Nicholas And Daniel

We went back home. I couldn't think of anything else to do after what had just happened. I was tired. So tired. And I still didn't really understand what I had done, what had happened. I needed time, time I knew that Monica didn't have.

But I couldn't save her if I didn't know how!

We stopped at my house for clothes, I told Amy that I would be staying at Nicholas' for awhile and she reluctantly agreed. Even Amy had maternal instincts and I think somewhere inside she knew something was wrong with me, knew that she was never going to see me again. But she passed that feeling up on to much cleaning and a problem with overthinking everything. She went to bed that night thinking of me.

Nicholas and I went back to his house after I hugged my dogs, my only other best friends. I had a strong impulse to cry when I left them for they barked until I was gone. They knew what we had yet to find out. Dogs always know. They are so much smarter than humans give them credit for.

But I did feel that something big was going to happen. Something I couldn't stop. I just had to roll with it. Best thing to do.

So, I finally had some solid food that Nicholas' mom made us. Hamburger helper. I ate it all, plus the Ice-Cream she offered. Then Nicholas and I played video games until we got a headache from staring at the screen for too long.

It was after that when I was reaching for a cup of water that it hit me. Hard. I stumbled forward and knocked the cup over, spraying water everywhere. Nicholas jumped to me and barely caught me as I unannouncedly dropped. A film of blood covered my eyes as visions flashed across my brain. I saw big rusted semi trailers, Monica chained inside one. In pain, scared, praying. A man. Huge, broad shoulders, whiskers, Harley Davidson belt, short brown hair, blue eyes, blue jeans.

The blood began to drip from my eyes

I felt what he planned to do, I felt his feeling, his own fear and regret and hatred of someone called Mary.

Nicholas held me as I saw. I saw where they were. The junkyard. And he was going to kill her, and then he was going to chop her up and scatter her pieces amongst the other girls he had killed.

I blinked, coming back, unable to see. Nicholas told me to hold on and set me down, running after a wet towel. He returned and cleaned my eyes. Thankfully he also carried ibuprofen. I took them and stood on unbalanced legs. "We have to go. Now." I hissed.

Nicholas nodded, "I'm driving. To where."

I breathed heavily, wiping my eyes, "Junkyard. We have little time."

Nicholas grabbed my arm and dragged me out of his room without question, past his mom's room and outside to my truck where he sat me down. "I don't know where the junkyard is." He said, turning the key in the ignition.

"Outside of town, off of Rt. 57." I breathed and the movement of the car made the food I had finally been able to get down churn and I groaned, knowing what was coming. I opened the window and leaned out as far as I could, holding my hair back as I puked.

Nicholas patted my calf and I leaned back in, pulling a handy, pocket sized Mouthwash out of the glove compartment.

We drove in silence until Nicholas said, "Daniel, what are we going to find at the junkyard?"

I swallowed, "Monica."

Nicholas' hands tightened on the wheel so his knuckles turned white. "And what are we going to do?"

"Save her." Was my response.

He nodded and I watched the sun go down. And then we were pulling into the junkyard and my chest constricted in a fog of anticipation.

My hand went to the door, "Stay here Nicholas, It's not safe."

Nicholas suddenly grabbed my shoulder and turned me around roughly, "That's why you're not going alone."

And then he was closer then ever before and his lips were pressed against mine. My eyes widened in surprise, this was Nicholas, my oldest friend, kissing me. I hadn't even known he liked me, I mean he always flirted with the girls and...

I shut my mind up and closed my eyes, kissing him back.

After a brilliant minute of that Nicholas leaned back, looking stern. "I had to know." He said.

I smiled, "I love you Nicholas."

Now he grinned and pushed a lock of black hair out of my eyes, "I have dreamed of you saying that so many times."

His smile faded and he bit his lip in a cute way, "Are you ready?" He questioned softly.

I shook my head, "No, let's go."

He giggled and we both stepped out of the truck to go rescue Monica.