Blue Wings {COMPLETE} {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 22 - Liz

We drive down the road, wind from the broken windows whipping my hair around. I stare out the spot where the cars's window should be, balling my hands into fists tightly so that my nails dig into my palms. Currently, the pain is the only thing keeping me calm. I have never really enjoyed being in a vehicle, and this car is cramped. I especially do not like the fact that Kevin is behind the wheel. I try again to dig into his mind, but there's nothing there and I receive another painful jolt.

Mack leans forward in between the front seats, talking quietly to Sarah and Kevin. Sarah laughs and I grind my teeth  to keep from listening in on their conversation. I haven't spoken a word to Mack since we were in the gas station. He would try to talk to me, but I would only turn away, a heavy ache in my chest, but a sickness in my stomach. He was not supposed to know how bad my wing was. I did not want him too. I knew from the start, when my wing had not started healing, that I would never be able to fly again, but I did not want to think about it. Now, my thoughts will not go anywhere else.. A hand brushes my shoulder. I turn around quickly, almost punching Mack in the face, but he moves away and grabs my fist before it reaches his skin. He holds it tightly, watching me. I growl, turning away and he eventually sighs, dropping my fist. 

Liz, why won't you talk to me. Mack's voice says quietly in my mind. I ignore him, pushing him out of my mind, making him cry out in pain. I turn to face him quickly, and he gives me the same understanding look.

"Everything alright back there?" Sarah calls from the front seat.

"Yeah, Liz just punched me." Mack calls back, lying. I turn back to stare out the window, pretending I am angry with him, which is not that hard, since I kinda am.

"Please do not kill each other just yet. We're almost there." Sarah states, sighing and turning back to the front.

"Where are we going?" Dylan asks from his spot on the floor.

"We're going to check into a cheap motel and stay there for the night." Sarah replies.

"ARE WE ALLOWED TO STAY TOO?" Dylan shouts back, almost jumping up. He's always wanted to stay in a motel, but we could not find enough money to check into one.

"Well, yes. We're not going to just leave you outside in the cold." Sarah states with a laugh. I roll my eyes as Dylan rambles on about how long he has wanted to stay in a motel and why, sending a thought to Mack: Was that like.. a zap? Like a jolt of electricity almost? I ask him.

Yes,  it was. What did you do? Mack responds

I pushed you out of my head...Do you think.. do you think that's what Kevin is doing?

Maybe. But, how would he know how to? How would he know that you were trying to read his mind..

"I don't know Mack." I whisper out loud to him, quietly enough that only Dylan would be able to hear me, if... he was listening. "But it's possible he could be reading our minds, we should try to keep it quiet, don't think too much about things." I tell him, continuing. "His father could have experimented on him, he might be working for him, and his sister could be in on it."

"It's possible she doesn't know, too." Mack states, watching Sarah for a bit before turning back to me. "If he can push you out, couldn't you do the same then?" Mack questions.

"I don't know... Can you tell when I'm inside your mind?"

"No, not really." Mack shakes his head slowly. I grind my teeth a bit, forcing my mind to quiet and listening to Dylan and Sarah ramble on. Hopefully if Kevin can read minds, he won't be able to pick anything up this way. I just hope we are wrong.