Hot Heels

Chapter 6

We grabbed some food, Allan grabbed some pasta and some garlic bread, I grabbed the same thing, because I wanted to try it to. I grabbed a Pepsi from one of the coolers, and handed my brother a box of juice.

He shook his head, "Water, please?" 

I grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to him. He grabbed it, and we found an empty spot in one of the inner tables. We ate in silence for a little bit, but after awhile, Allan pulled out his toy car and began to roll it around the table.

I didn't react, and went back to my food. Maybe I should have told him to keep it down, because one of the other men at the other table didn't seem to like it very much. I ignored him and my brother for the moment. 

"Hey, you little shit! Stop with the car or I'll shove it up your ass!" He screamed at us. The guards went to go stop him from yelling at us, but he punched only two of them in the face, before being out numbered and carried out of the room.

His wife and his kid stared in disbelief. They went from staring at us then the door. The lady got up and walked over to us. She had her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, she had an over sized white shirt, will shorts. She were green flip-flops, and had hazel eyes.

"I am so sorry about that, I don't know what got into him. He's never acted so strange. You see, he works for the government, and he's here with us to help the decontamination process. I guess he's just a little over his head at the moment. I'm Alice Jones, and my son is Alex. My husband, his name is John. I hope you don't hold anything against him." She explained, with a caring smile only a mom could muster. 

"Of course, it's no problem," I smiled kindly back at her. 

"Maybe Alex could hang out with.." she cut herself off.

"Allan," I finished.

"Yeah, maybe Alex could hang out with Allan sometime," She said/asked. 

"Yeah, that would be great, keep him out of my hair, keep him out of your hair for awhile," we chuckled a bit, and she nodded in agreement. I began to panic a little, I was starting to talk like my mom. Was I coming down with "Kindness that only a mom could come down with after having kids" syndrome? I pushed the thought to the side, thinking I was probably high from one of the spices they used in the pasta. 

"Alright, well, we should go and clean up our space, and head back to the room to wait for the husband," I smiled in response, and they head to where they were to clean up there trays. 

I felt bad for them. That must have been embarrassing. To have your husband just blow up out of the blue like that, and make everyone think that they should be avoided. I wished them the best. I hoped that she was right, and that he was okay. I'd hate to see someone that kind loose someone that close to them to insanity. 

"When will I be able to go over to Alex's room?" Allan asked, looking up at me. 

I chuckled, "Whenever they say it's okay."

We finished our food quickly, and were able to push the previous events to the backs of our minds. We cleaned up, and headed back to our rooms. We got a little lost on the way there, but with the help of several different guards, a few families and innocent people wandering the hallway, we finally made our way back.

I was going to unlock the door, but the knob twisted in my hands and made a soft click. I remembered clearly locking the door, and I prayed to whatever god existed that there wouldn't be a strange man in the room. I pushed open the door and there I saw...Sam.

"Sam?!" I exclaimed.

"Yo," he waved slightly with one hand.

"You scared the crap out of me!" I sighed in relief, "How'd you get in here?"

"I told you, I could pick that lock, I said it was time consuming, I never said I would never attempt it." He smiled.

"You jerk, you better not come in here in the middle of the night and kill me or do something else like that," I said, immediately stopping myself.

"Hm, don't give me ideas," He chuckled again. I shivered at his response, "I'm kidding, I might pick locks, but I'm not a serial killer, or serial rapist, or whatever's going through that mind of yours." 

"Hey, you make me seem like a freak." I felt jokingly offended, a small smile coming to my lips, "Wouldn't you be a little worried if I broke into your room while you were getting some food and taking a...Oh my god! You planned this!"

"I indeed planned this," He chuckled.

"You sadistic bastard," The small smile fell from my lips. I was more shocked then anything else. 

"Someone who is sadistic just wants to see someone else in pain for their amusement, I believe, I just was curious to see what your reaction was," he smiled at me.

"Curious?" I looked at him skeptically. He chuckled again. (A/N: This story has a lot of chuckling... :/) 

"Anyway, get out of my room, I'm tired," I sighed.

"Alright, see ya," he jumped off of the table that he was sitting on, and walked past us, closing the door behind him.

"He stole my fruit snacks," Allan pouted.

"I'm so done with today," I plopped into bed after licking the door again, and leaving Allan to play on his tablet.