Thomas's pov
I tried to call Dylan to see if heard from emily after the funarel but i couldnt get through to him ... Typical Dylan when you need him the most you never find him.... Its like he disappers off the face of the earth so i decided to take the risk and call Emily from my phone .
I called her but as soon as the phone started ringing she answared amidiatly
Hey dad , she said weeping
Hey honye how are you now
Not so fine , jackason isnt helping at all , he wants me to call him dad
Oh......
But dont worry dad that will never ever happen
For some reason i feel relived
So i started packing moms stuff, but it dosent feel right at all
I know dear its not right but dont worry they are going to get to the bottom of things .... I hope that you dont think im a suspect
Dad if you were the last man on the face of the earth i wouldnt suspect you
Thanks hun that means alot
No need dad
Ok i have to go now emily but i will get in touch with you soon and maby ill send dylan to cheack on you
Fine k bye
Bye
As soon the phone hung up i sat back and tried to clear my mind a bit a few minuts later that goof ball Dylan arrives
Dylan, where where you , i say in a bit angry voice
Here and there .... Practicaly every where Dylan says like he has been drinking something
Dylan is younger than me by 5 years , he isnt married mostly because he is not commited enough to start a home , the ladies melt at his feet but he is a great friend who will stand by you through thick and thin
Do i want to know i say more calmly
Look he says in a serious tone and its whisperd
What?! Were you acting drunk?
Yes ofcourse who can drink when there best friend is been acused of murder
Ok then what
Officer bette is just Around the block an he has highly sensiteve listining devises so turn on any noise to dry it out
I say ok but shocked
I turn on some violin music
And then Dylan talks , so thomas you need to escape but you need some disgise
Like what Dylan if you havent notised there isnt any thing down here but some food and drinks and computers
Huh... I have your back man he pulls outa hoddy and some streach pants
These look like teen clothes and not even guy clothes they look like tom boy clothes
I know thats the disguise ... Dylan says rolling his eyes
Ahh.... Ok i say
I put them on and leave as soon as we exit the place like 45 police with guns surround us ..... I pull out a gun and shoot 3 of them in the knees while they are busy cheacking if they are ok i start making a run for it but i immediatly recall that Dylan was with me i look back to see him trying to stand up because some shitty persone shot him right into the anckle i lifte him on my back an make a run luckly they didnt catch me we ran but not as quickly as i was carrying now unaware Dylan but we manege to hide in some abandound building and i try first aide on his anckle it was hard giving that we had nothing so i ripped of one if the sleeves of his jacket and duncked it in some water and left it in the freezing air a few minuts later i step out side to find a mirical... Its snowing and ice is what dylan needed i scoop some and i run in before it had a chance to melt and applied it on his foot he murmurd some un recoudnisable words from the pain and when the bleeding stops it was around midnight so we both go to bed ... We both need our reast if we are going to eascape the athouritis like this
