Kid Zombie :

XV

Miles didn't exactly tell me that he was still mad about the house, but I knew he was. After failed attempts to start a conversation with him, I finally gave in, crossed my arms, and looked out the window and the corn ahead.

Drowning out the music that was playing lowly I sat there in deep thought.

A warm tear slide down my cheek.

I wanted to cry.

I needed to cry

Miles said something, but it was blurred to me, I was too stuck in my thought.

The road we drove down was so isolated but my crowded thoughts were what really kept me company.

Miles spoke again, more urgent this time. My head slowly turned in his direction.

"Trouble ahead." He said. Not acknowledging that fact that I had been crying. It hurt that he didn't even notice or care. Looking forward, I saw men dressed in army wear holding large guns. The one who had skin of bronze put his hand out, putting us to a stop.

Miles let down his window, and the bronze skinned mad approached.  "Is there a problem?" Miles asked first.

The man observed the car before he spoke. "You can't cross here." He said, making strong eye contact.

Miles impatiently tapped on the steering wheel and spoke, his voice evenly. "And why can't we?"

"Crossing into a territory that's not yours? I believe it's trespassing."

"And who does this territory belong to, exactly?" Miles questioned, obviously annoyed.

"Me." The bronze-skinned man answered.

Miles did a fake chuckle and glanced at me. "That's cute." He said. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to need you and your buddies over there to move aside so we can get through."

"I don't think that's going to happen."

"But it is." Miles replied, starting the car back up. "Whether your under the car, or beside watching me ride off into the sunset, pal."

The man looked at the other men that belonged to his group. He looked up at the sky, and towards the backseat where Izzy was. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, it could've been almost anything. Until finally he said:

"You cross that line, and I'll shoot you where you sit."

The hairs on my neck stood up and Miles glanced at me. I could see in his eyes what he was about to do. I had no chance to yell before he went on with it.

He revved the engine and stomped his foot down on the gas pedal, lurching the car forward.

The bronze-skinned man was a man of his word. He shot at the car hitting one of the back tires. I screamed, Izzy screamed, we all screamed.

Both back tires went out while we were driving full speed. Suddenly, the back of the car exploded and the car flipped over.

Everything was in slow motion now. The flip, the crash, glass falling like shooting stars around me, Miles yelling at me though I couldn't make out a word he said.

My eyelids slowly closed and I went unconscious.