The drive back home the next morning was silent. After spending an unpleasant night in the cabin, we still needed a good sleep to unnerve us.
My brother avoided my gaze each time our eyes met. He kept tapping his right thumb on the steering wheel, curling his lips in periodically. He sighed a lot.
It's about fours hours to Roy Wood. A painstaking one with all the tension in the atmosphere.
Two hours into the journey, I broke the silence. I always do.
After minutes of staring through windows and folding my arms in all the discomfort manners I know, I asked.
"Do you think we should call Dad?"
"No!" He yelled, striking his right hand on the wheel while his left hand was steady on it. " You had one thing to do, just decode the message."
"You placed it on the ground." I accused.
"You gave it to me!" He defended.
"Dude! You just had to hold it." My eyes were fierce now. "But no, that girl's call was more important."
"Who said it was a girl." Shaking his head in congruently. He couldn't hold back his duping smile.
I exhaled and relaxed in the seat. "With you, it's always a girl."
In a loud screech the car stopped and drifted into the curb. He looked down at the wheel in a long pause.
"So that's your problem." He said.
I shrugged and folded my arms.
"No one brought you into this world to become one of the holy people. It's not my fault you have to live a life of celibacy and..."
"I didn't asked to be one either." I interrupted. "And that's not even my problem. You always screw things up, that's my problem."
He sighed. "You know something? Screw this."
He got of the car, slamming the door behind him as he walked away. He was heading towards a breakfast cafe, about ten feet away from the car.
I watched him as he entered into the cafe.
I soon gave up after some minutes and got out of the car. The brown cafe had a big sign board in front of it that read; Gina's Breakfast Cafe.
I was greeted by the beauty of a blonde lady about my age behind the counter as I entered the cafe. Her eyes were like caramelized sugar. She turned her gaze back to what she was scribbling on a piece of paper.
I walked up to Jude on the left side of Cafe, while ignoring everyone else. He was drinking coffee with biscuits in a saucer on the side.
He shook his head as I sat down.
"Dude, that thing is out there, and the last thing we should be doing right now is fighting."
He pushed his coffee mug aside and looked at me.
"Nev, we're totally screwed here. Soon the Grey Caps will pick up a signal or disturbance and they will be after it." He brushed his hands over his mouth.
"That's why I said we should call Dad." I emphasized.
"Dad said we should call him on Sunday. And if we do now, we're only going to..." He stopped.
He was looking over my left ear. I turned and saw the counter lady walking up to us. She was wearing a checkered apron on a red shirt with jeans.
She held up a pen ready to write in a small flip book.
YOU ARE READING
GREY CAPS
Misterio / SuspensoNev's whole life has been preparing him to stop the return of the man that killed his mother when he was only a baby. Solving the mysteries of his existence and his supposed vendetta, he learns to take a second look at every step he takes. He goes a...
