Broken Clocks

Blame Part 3

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She came down with her stuff and I immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door and through the town. It was dim outside but there was still a maybe another 3 hours before it got dark.

"George what are we doing? Where are we going?.. Stop!" Ever demanded.

She stopped walking, grounding her feet in the gravel.

"Ever we don't have time for this we need to go."

"Go where George, where is there to go you heard him he will always find us."

She was afraid, her pupils were small her skin paler than average for her. She already had paler than average skin compared to most but right now it was even paler. I knew that his words were drunk rambles of him trying to get to my head but instead the to got to hers.

"Do you trust me?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Ever do you trust me?" I repeated.

"Yes George I told you that earlier when you asked."

The question had been burning a hole through my flesh so I finally just asked, "ok why?"

"What? What do you mean why, do I really need to explain? Is it really that hard for you to see why? I trust you because you're my big brother and you're always there for me, because you care about me and teach me even though I'm a girl. Because I love you, and I know it was hard for you when mom died but you put on a strong face just like her, because you took care of me when father... when Isic didn't. You were my father George but not just a father you were a dad," she said all this so clear and so passionately.

She believed it. She just had a blind faith that I can't wrap my head around.

"Ok then I need you to trust me and come on," I said.

I had no time to explain why most of that wasn't reliable reasons to trust me nor could I afford the chance of her possibly dropping her stubborn hard headedness and actually agree with me. It is very very unlikely that would happen but I couldn't risk it.

She sighed and started walking again. There wasn't a lot of people around. Across the street was a hobo with what could either be a pack of clothes or food with him, and there was a group of boys from my school in the ally having a smoke and seemed to be having some drinks with each other like I was earlier today. We didn't have to worry about any of them though, at my school people keep to there own business and in their own group until someone makes themselves involved when they shouldn't be. So just don't start crap and stay to your own little posse and you'll be fine. And as for the hobo they only talk to you if they are in desperate need and are usually very kind and humble people.

I thought back to earlier, when I was doing the same thing that those boys are doing right now. I was the winner of the bottle throwing contest and Charles lost do to it slipping out of his hand before he could throw it and the green foggy bottle shattering when it hit the ground. He was pissed, going on about how it didn't count until Dean said he would kick his ass if he didn't buy a round. I thought about all the conversations that happened in that hour after school.

"It doesn't count guys it's like a rigged game of poker, no one would win in that so I'm not buying!"

"Charlie I swear if you don't hold up the deal I'm gonna punch you, we all said who ever lost and you did, and that poker reference is crap if a game was rigged and the person isn't an idiot he would win. Now stop crying and go buy us all beers."

After that whole section Charles just through his wallet on the ground and told us to just take it and go, before anyone could touch it I snached it and peeked inside. There wasn't even enough for one beer. We all know Charlie wasn't the wealthiest out of the crew and knew he had been having some trouble lately. But he always said it was fine and he made it seem fine so we left it. But after seeing this I knew he was just trying to save his pride.