TUESDAY, 5:16 PM
After eating a quick meal of baked beans, canned ravioli, half thawed brussel sprouts and some honey rolls, Lilly quickly ushers us back to the trailer. She leaves to go find Austin, leaving Wesley and I sitting in the back with Tobey happily licking out feet.
"Are you going to tell me what happened to your wrist?" Wesley asks after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Your driver has a firm grip," I reply. "Maybe he gets it from holding the steering wheel."
Wesley abruptly stands up, making me give him a shocked look. He's grabbing his hair and his eyes are wide with anger.
"Damn it, I knew he would be upset but I told him not to lay a hand on you!" he shouts. He told the driver not to touch me...? "I can't believe this... Why didn't you shout for help or something?"
"Oh, so it's my fault that your driver needs to hakuna his tatas?" I retort.
"I'm not saying it's your fault, I'm just saying that next time—"
"Next time? Next time?" I shriek back at him. "No offense, Wesley, but if there was a next time, I would not go. Because you promised me that you would help my brother, but all that's happened is your baker friend tried to kill us, her ex-boyfriend tried to kill me, your mother insists on drilling me with questions that make her assume the worst about me, and the damn driver hates me and spits at me whenever he can?? I'm sorry, but this isn't exactly what I expected when you told me that you wanted to help me! So no, Wesley, if there was a next time, I would not be there, period."
He looks shocked at my outburst, slowly lowering his hands. The angry look on his face dissipates. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice calmer. "I'm sorry I got mad at you after you said we shouldn't trust Porter, I'm sorry I got mad at you after Harry attacked you, and I'm sorry I'm mad now... I'm just, frustrated. I know you're not having the best time, but frankly, I'm not either." He sighs and sits next to me. "Let me see your wrist."
"I don't—"
"You cleaned up my cut, now it's my turn to repay the favor."
I wordlessly give him my wrist and he unwraps the pathetic brace I made with the limited supplies I had available to me. He says nothing as he examines it, holding it gently with his fingers.
"I guess this is us now," he says. "A favor for a favor. You didn't kill me so I got you out of there. You're going to lead us to Mr. Weise so I'm going to help you get your brother. Now, you help me clean up my cut and I help you fix your wrist." I never thought of it like that.
"I guess this is us," is all I can say. I wince as he turns my wrist over.
"Sorry," he mumbles. "I think we have a First Aid kit around here. Maybe it's in the front. I can ask Austin..." he trails off. "Never mind, I'll just get it myself." He gently places my wrist back in my lap and stands up to leave. He stops and looks down at me.
"I'm sorry everyone's giving you shit," he says. "I hope I haven't been too bad."
He's been the nicest, so far. "You're doing pretty good," I say, giving him a small smile.
"Good. I'll be right back." With that, he steps out to the driver's seat.
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I wake up a few hours later to complete darkness. We're still driving, and the trailer is completely dark, besides from the limited light coming from the front (guess Austin's driving us) and the light from the highway outside of us. I'm leaning against a huge stack of pillows, on the other side happens to be Toby, snoring loudly. Wesley is in the seat in front of me, laying down on his back, his arm drooping over the side, his mouth slightly agape. I look up to the front and see Lilly's hair in the passenger seat, talking quietly to Austin, who's still wearing his gray beanie. I wonder what they're talking about...
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