John F. Kennedy: An Unfinished Life

John F. Kennedy: An Unfinished Life: Ch. 13 ✌️

Chapter 13

Location: Unknown

Character: Rose

Day: November 20, 2013

Time: 9:35 pm

The cold air nipped at my skin and I was aware I was cold and shaking.

"When can we stop?" whined John. I hated when he whined. It showed sometimes how weak he could be.

Robert Jr. glanced at us, his face dripping with sweat. His cheeks were pink with sun tan. He shook his head. "Not yet. We can't stop till we get to Parkland."

"What?" Beside me Tatiana tripped but kept her balance. She only scraped her palms and a few small cuts appeared on her hands. "Why there?"

Robert's lip curled into a satisfied smile. "Because Ethel said so, that's why."

I nodded. My lungs were still aching and burning from the smoke and running we'd had. Fury's outraged screams came back to me. A chill ran up my body.

Robert stopped, his dark eyes flickering between the roof and the tracks that covered toward Parkland. I looked nervously toward the cars that were streaking across. Just imagine if we'd get run over...

Stop it, I ordered myself. Now is not the time.

I looked up at the sky. The sky was dark , with the shade of the moon. A full moon, I noticed. I swallowed hard.

"We have to run," Robert mumbled, almost half to himself. He looked at me. He had seen me swallow. "The cars will stop, I think."

I opened my mouth but Tatiana beat me to it.

"Are you nuts? We'll be crushed. You're stupid. We can't do this! It's sucicide!"

"Shut up, Tatiana," snapped John. That left me shocked. But John went on, "Whatever's there, Uncle Robert can show us."

Robert looked grim. He glanced at us. "I'll go first. Tatiana goes next, then John. Then Rose."

I hated going last. It made me look weak. I scowled at my hands and didn't show my anger. I grit my teeth, trying to hold my anger and watched Robert sprint across the highway. Sure enough, cars screeched to a holt. Car horns beeped and honked.

Tatiana took off, speeding like a bullet. She dived aside as a can was thrown at her and some lady called out, "Crazy teenager!" She ignored them until she reached the other side of the highway with John on her heels.

I swallowed hard. What if I was hit? Would it be quick and bloodless? Or slow and gorey?

I shook my head, then darted toward the other end. My face started soaking up with sweat. I blinked my eyes, the sweat stinging my eyes.

I reached the other end. My lungs were burning and screaming for air. Parkland was less then 12 feet away.

We made our way toward the front of the hospitial but were rewarded with a massive crowd outside. They were screaming things at us. But I didn't know what the hell they were talking about. Why were they yelling at us?

Two Secret Service Agents were guarding the doors. They stepped away, guns still on their shoulders. A young agent moved in front of them. She smiled and shook all of our hands.

"Seventh floor," she told them. Robert nodded and opened the doors. The cool air softened the sweat on my face but I was still shaking from cold air.

The rooms were dark and silent. I narorwed my eyes agianst the darkness and saw a door there. My heart was hammering in my chest as I could feel John's breath on my neck.