The Dying Generation

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Come on." Savannah urged, feeling Alton suddenly getting jerked in another direction.

"What are you doing?" Alton questioned.

I was becoming frustrated that I couldn't see anything, but I was afraid if I were to poke my head out, that I would fall out.
So I stayed put, and tried to tell what was happening based on sounds.
I knew Savannah was leading him somewhere else but I wasn't sure if he was following or she was dragging him.

"Don't worry about that," she replied to him.
"Just stand here. I'll be right back for you." I heard her footsteps as it sounded like she was running away.
We were left there in silence for a few moments.

"Still think this is a good idea, Clay?" Alton asked, knowing I was listening.

I looked down at my fingers then back up to the roof of the fabric.
"I think she seems n-nice. A-at least she's trying to help."

I could hear something, kinda sounded like a window being opened? Or something being moved.
"Come through here."
Savannah's voice encouraged.

"Why..? What happened to your door?"
Alton questioned suspiciously.

"I'll explain that in a moment, just come on!"

Alton groaned, grabbing onto the window and seemingly hopping through it without struggle, like he's done it millions of times before..
wouldn't surprise me..

"Let's go." Her voice dropped down to a near whisper.
Feeling the thumps of Alton's and Savannah's feet hitting the floor as they quickly made their way through the house. Then a door shut.

"Okay, tell me why you made me go through the window." Alton pushed for her to tell him.
"I thought you talked to your parents."

I heard a sigh.
"I did, they weren't happy about the idea."

"Sooo, they don't know that I'm here right now do they?"

"Nope, they don't and they will never know. They were actually threatening to call the police if you came back again. But this is much more urgent than they know. They have no idea about Clay. By the way, where is she?"

After a second of Savannah asking that, the pocket I rested in became slightly wider as Alton's huge hand began to reach inside.
I placed my hands down, trying to push myself up, barely waddling my way to his hand while on my knees. I ended up losing balance and fell over, his hand catching me. His fingers wrapped around me, slowly pulling me out. Becoming blinded by the light, after staying a while in a dark pocket.

"Ohh.. wow.." Savannah sighed in amazement.
"It's still so strange and yet amazing to see something like you." She walked up to us, holding her hands out underneath Alton's hand that contained me like she was about to attempt to hold me.

Alton pulled his hand away from her, setting me down onto his left shoulder.
"No, I think you touched her enough for today."

Savannah huffed in annoyance, she crossed her arms.
"For your information, I saved her. If it wasn't for me, there would be no way for her to get back out."

Alton rolled his eyes.
"She would have gotten out of there one way or another, even if that meant breaking in, and I was already debating against doing that last time." Alton turned away from her, walking to the other side of her room to look out the window.

"Well isn't it obvious that I want to help? Why won't you trust me a little?"

Alton glanced her way for a second but turned his eyes back outside.
"Eventually, maybe. Clay is fragile, it's best she does not get handled that much by other people."