Rain drips slowly from the overcast, swollen, clouds as I escape from the basement window. Dane complies gradually, the both of us terrified the monstrous frame would hear us flee. I take the bag I had previously packed for us and toss it to the tall, taboo, boy that Dane is.
“Kimy,” Dane whispers, desperate to not be heard by it. “If we don’t make it through this mess, know that…I love you.”
“Don’t. You have no idea what will happen. Neither do I, so do not talk like that, please, it hurts.” I hastily whisper back, choking back tears begging to stream down my face.
Everything suddenly dimmed even more, becoming silent. I heard something shift in the dwelling we had just crawled out of. I motioned to Dane to be still so I could listen better. It was getting up; our worst nightmare was in live action right now. I kept my eyes glued to the upstairs balcony, just waiting for him to appear and spot us, crouched, waiting, when unexpectedly…everything stops…the shifting, the rain, the air even seems to be stopped. We were safe; for now.
“Kimy…” Dane trails off softly.
“Dane; Dane do you realize what just happened?” I ask quietly.
“We made it. Kimy we made it!” He starts talking louder than a whisper. I thump his arm flimsily, having little strength left. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” He whispers guiltily.
“We have to start running Dane, before he wakes up for real.”
“Where are we going to go?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t make any plans because I wasn’t sure we were even going to make it this far.”
“Well let’s think of something.”
Thunder howls deafeningly loud, rumbling the ground as lightening flashed bright in the sky. The ground soggy from the obese, warm, wet, raindrops falling. A sleek dark sports car screeches to a halt in the mouth of the ally across the street from where we are. I grab the bag and dash to the driver’s side motioning for Dane to follow. I tap lightly, but loud enough to be heard over the rain, on the window and wait for it to roll down.
“Be quick, what do you want?” A flustered, thick, deep, male voice groans out the opening in the car.
“We need a ride anywhere away from here. Will you please take us?” I state feasibly.
“Eh, sure. Why not? You get shotgun but your friend has to sit in the back. Be quick though, I’m in a hurry.” He retorts.
Dane gets in the backseat of the blue/black, sleek, new-looking car while I get upfront. I turn to the mysterious driver trying to see what he looks like. I can’t make out much of his face because it’s night, we’re in a poorly lit car, and it’s storming. From what I can see he has shadowy, chocolate brown, fluffy, short hair. He’s got long, powerful, outstretched arms cloaked by a dark hoodie. He appears young, and familiar. He has bushy eyebrows and chiseled cheekbones with a rough, unshaved chin. He has an average sized nose and he has charming, grand, majestic, baby blue eyes. They’re so bright, you can see them even in this lighting.
“So, um, what’s your name?” Dane interrogates.
“My name’s Dexter.”
“How old are you Dexter?”
“What is this? 20 questions?”
“I’m just trying to figure out what kind of person you are. So I can keep my Kimy safe.”
“Calm down Dane, he doesn’t have to tell us if he doesn’t want to.” I say slowly, staring at the side of Dexter’s face.
“Kimy’s right Dane. You’re lucky I even gave you a ride, I could’ve just taken the girl.” He said disturbingly.
“Dexter, where are you off to?” I ask pleasingly.
“Well Kimy, you see, I got in some big trouble back in my hometown, New York. I’ve been driving almost non-stop and I somehow made it, um, here. Where is here?” He requests as if he just realized he hasn’t known all along.
“Dane, do you know where we are?” I ask blushing. I had no idea where that monster had taken us.
“We’re in Grove City, Ohio.” He retorts seeming agitated.
I look out the window seeing the lit up nightlife passing by quickly. The boys start arguing about which direction to go. Dane’s getting on my nerves, why can’t he just be thankful and shut up? I take my headphones and blue iPod out of the bag then throw the bag at Dane, it collided with his shoulder. I put in my ear buds and lean my head against my window.
