My body was moving but I wasn't in control of it. I was suddenly walking across the street with the most intense rage I had ever felt. How dare she? How DARE she? I was in front of Meera before I could get back in control.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
She jumped and her eyes snapped up to my face in fear. "Ex-excuse me?" She pushed the kid behind her.
"Let go of my nephew."
"What- who are you? This is my son!" She yelled. People were stopping to watch.
"That is Whitney Walker's son and you know it, you cold-blooded, callous bitch."
Meera's face had gone white. "S- Sam?"
"Give me my fucking nephew, Meera."
The boy started quietly crying and whispering "Mommy" in distress.
"What are you doing? Stop it!" Kimber was pulling at my arm, trying to turn me back towards the car but I wasn't moving. I was seething with a fury I had suppressed for nine years.
"Owen!" Meera started screaming. "Owen, please!" Grady came sprinting out of the doorway of the stop next door. He took one look at the situation and pushed his wife and the boy behind him and raised his fist to hit me. But there was fear in his eyes.
"Let's go, Sam!" I heard Kimber yell.
"Give me my nephew!" I screamed at Owen in a spitting, red rage and suddenly I felt a slap across my face. The strike served its purpose. Reality began to bleed back in to the world and I realized exactly where I was and what I was doing.
Kimber was standing in front of me in-between Owen and I. Her hood had fallen down in the commotion and her hair was spilling out of her beanie and down her back in a wild, bright waterfall of crimson. She looked scared. We were exposed.
Owen Grady lowered his fist and seemed to realize who I was. He began screaming at the top of his lungs. "Get the cops! Get the sheriff! Get him now!"
I was already moving, climbing into the driver's seat of Kimber's car leaving her no choice but to get in on the other side. She handed me the keys and I turned the car on and hit the gas, giving no regard to the slippery roads. Kimber screamed as I fishtailed trying to get off Main and then at every corner after - desperate to escape the scene I'd caused. The car slid into a snow drift just outside of town. I rocked the car in and out of drive and reverse until the tires finally found purchase on the road and then we were speeding out of town again. There were no other options; I'd blown it. I knew exactly where I needed to go now.
"Stop! Stop, and get out of the car, Sam - you're high! You'll kill us both! Don't do their work for them!"
"That was Whitney's son. That was my nephew."
"Why would you think that, Sam?!"
"Because I know. I put it together years ago. You want me to trust you and your mysterious source? Well trust me when I say that that kid was my nephew."
"Okay, just slow down please. Where are you taking us?"
"Where we should have gone in the first place."
