The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 45

Everything went south from there.  My plan wasn't working, but hey, at least I got to kick that man down.

"Derek!" A guy called, helping him up.

"I'm alright!  Get him!  Err, her!" This Derek guys that I'd kicked to the ground was furious, and I couldn't do anything but stand there as another bag was thrown over my face and me, Norman, and Sean were rushed down the street as Derek leaded.

"So, try it again!  WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE TO YOU!?" Derek yelled into my ear, pushing a cold gun to my temple.

I had no choice but to tell the truth.  "One is my boyfriend.  The other is just a friend." I said.

"Which is which?" Derek asked, pulling the gun away.

"Well, once again, I can't really see." I said, not really trying to be rude.  Derek sighed annoyingly and pulled it up.

"The one on the left is my boyfriend.  The other is my friend." I explained as he shoved it back down.

We were walking for another minute before coming to a stop.  I listened as some car doors opened, and one of Sean or Norman was thrown into the car.  Then the other.  And then Derek pulled me close to him.

"Since your so fond of this Norman boy. . ." He whispered softly into my ear, his hand low on my back.

"Get off me." I mumbled, trying to pull away.

Derek pulled the bag off and pulled off Norman's. 

I saw the car we were in was a large, black, nice car, but I didn't get any more time before Derek threw me onto Norman.

Derek shut the door and they all entered the front doors.

As they drove, I was pushed more onto Norman, and it was awkward since both our bags were off.  I was basically straddling him, and tried to scoot back off his lap, but it was difficult due to how fast we were going.

"Sorry Norman." I apologized, slumping my shoulders.

"So, maybe since you have a new name, maybe we could have a new start." Norman said.

I was about to nod, but the guilt was killing me.  With Sean sitting there next to us, silent, I couldn't bare try to start over.  Not now.

"Sean." I mumbled.  I'm sure it didn't make since to Norman, but it sure made since to me.  Sean was the only thing stopping me from getting to Norman.  

And I refused to face the truth about Sean: I still liked him.

The ride to wherever we were going was bumpy and long.  The road with many potholes was rude to us, and after what felt like an hour, the car stopped and the engine turned off.

During the trip, I had fallen off of Norman and was sitting on the floor between the two seats.  I had fallen asleep for quite a while during the ride, and was just waking up when the two doors opened.

To my surprise, only warm air flooded the car, and that got my eyes open.  I wanted to see why it was warm.

"Get out." Derek said to Norman who swiftly jumped out of the car with a hint of anger in his step.  I'm sure he was only angry since I didn't really answer his question to start over.

"You too." He snapped at me as I stood up and jumped out onto the pavement.

"Where are we?" I asked, not recognizing anything.  

"Texas." Derek said, looking around and squinting due to the sun.

"Wait, but isn't that like a day drive?" I asked.

"We drove all night.  Now shut up." He explained, lighting a cigarette.

"Dallas?" I ignored his order.

"What did I tell you?" He asked, putting the lighter in his pocket and blowing smoke out of his mouth.

I rolled my eyes as another bag was thrown over me, and when we began to walk I realized how weak I really was.  I'd been going at least a day and a half with barely any food and water.  My knees kept giving out, and the man that was escorting me was getting annoyed by how many times he had to keep pulling me to my feet.

"Quit it!" He said, yanking me up again.

"Sorry." I mumbled, doing my best to get my footing and tightening my stomach to keep it from growling.  I was assuming that if I said I was hungry, Derek would freak out and start yelling at me; possibly put another gun to my head.

I lasted all of two more seconds before finally collapsing to my knees, my head hung forward.

I heard Derek groan ahead and walk back towards me.

"Get up!" He insisted, nudging my knee with his foot.  

I couldn't.  I wasn't doing this to prove a point.  I was only doing this because it had almost become physically impossible for me to get up and walk some more.  My stomach was tight, my throat was dry as dust, and I was about to faint.

Derek groused, and ripped the bg off my head.  When the air outside of my bag hit me, I realized how hot it had been getting inside of my bag.  Maybe I was sick.  

I could feel my hands trembling with weakness, and everything seemed to be a blur.

"What's wrong with her?" Derek's words slurred together as he turned to Norman.

"We haven't eaten in at least two days.  No water or food." He explained, shaking the bag off his head.

I watched as Sean shook off his bag as well, and realized that he hadn't spoken this whole time.

"Me neither." He said, looking around, breathing heavily, and looking tired.

I couldn't take it any longer, and so couldn't my stomach.  With all the stalling of talking about food. my stomach retracted one last time and kicked up what was left in my stomach; which was not much.  The vomit hurt coming up, and once it was on the ground, I let myself fall to the side and let my eyes close on me.

I needed food.  Badly.  And I blacked out in the heat, not sure if I was ever going to wake up.  And not sure if I even wanted to.

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