Accidentally Tasha

Chapter 9

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At first I think that it is dad but the cop in question is black. I sigh in relief. Had it been dad we would both have been so dead.

I tiptoe to the officer and hit him on the head with a piece of wood. He blacks out and falls on top of Jake. Ugh. The dog starts barking and I hit it too.

"Lord forgive me." I mutter.

I move the cop from Jake who was awakened by a mere two hundred pounds collapsing on him.

"What the?!" he says.

"Shhh, no time to talk."

I put my good arm under his armpit and move him further down the forest. We have walked about two miles by the time we reach the Crestshore Lake. Jake is now almost fully sober, but I still dip his face in the ice cold water.

"Tasha!" he groans.

This is the first time any of us has talked since I assaulted that poor officer. I am exhausted and hungry but I dread mom and dad's anger the most. Out of nowhere Jake starts laughing. I join him, not because there is something particularly funny but because it seems like the right thing to do in this instance. When our laughter has subsided Jake says,

"You really are crazy. He's dad's best friend, you know."

"Who?"

"The guy you just beat up. Uncle Lytle."

I groan out loud. "Damn, you even call him uncle."

"Yeah, he's been around forever. Do you think he recognized us?" Jake asks.

"To be honest I don't really know." I answer.

"What time is it?" Jake asks.

"I don't know, my phone's dead." I say.

"I left mine in the car," he says.

Oh God, the car. I cry out in disappointment.

"What?" Jake asks.

"The car will give us away. They'll confiscate it, right?"

"No," he says "I gave the keys to Ashton. He wanted to go somewhere."

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God something went right tonight. I am too tired to move a muscle, but we can't stay here the rest of the night.

"Get up," I say.

"But I don't want to," Jake moans like a little kid.

"Neither do I, but we have to if we are to survive. This is a matter of life and death." I say.

Jake lets out a loud guffaw and says, "That sounds like a badly scripted horror movie."

"Hater," I say, laughing.

We set out for the town and walk in comfortable silence. The quiet night is filled with the sounds made by night insects, the occasional call of a night bird perched on a tree nearby and the sound of our footsteps in contact with the ground. In any other night all this would be eerie, distressing even, but tonight there is nothing more serene than this. Jake begins humming a tune that I don't recognize. I assume that he's composing a song so I leave him to it and walk beside him in silence.

Almost two hours later, we reach our street and let out a sigh of relief.

"How are we going to get in without them noticing?" I ask.

"This is where I come in handy," he says "follow me."

We walk to the back of the house and Jake gets out a ladder that had been completely hidden in the bushes.