Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

I tried to sit up, and failed miserably. It turned out I was tied to the bottom of the seats. What the heck, first Rea tackled me, knocking me out, then I find my self tried to the back seat of Rosy's ute. Really, could it get any worse.

I found out sadly it could. The car came to a gut retching stop, brakes squealing. The car skidded across the dirt road kicking up dust and dirt, and to make things even more horrible, I couldn't see out the window. The tainted hot outside air seemed to fill the cab as the sound of doors opening and slamming floated loud and clear across my foggy mind.

I had spent many minutes in this old basher, Rosy and me ruining the paddocks by meter, doing drag races with imaginary competitors. Screaming up and down seeing if we could beat our record for the time that it took to reach our hideout.

Now the old comfy seats were hard with sharp edges that seemed to jab my back at every opportunity like a kid in my kindy class called Ruff Benson. The cute drawings of rainbows on the backseat had turned into taunting squiggles.

The space seemed to grow smaller and smaller. The doors of the cab started to inch closer and closer, teasing me about my predicament. I couldn't take it any more.

I kicked out at the seats, yelling a battle cry, that soon turned into a sob for help. The only good the kicking had done was that now I had scratches running down my calves and soon to be bruises painted on my thighs.

I lay there, crying silent tears, choking my sobs. Where was I, where was my dad, my mum, my fat ginger cat, boobie? Were they looking for me, did they ring the police when I didn't turn up for dinner, were they worried?

A day must have past, because it was early morning. Why did Rea do what he did? Is he a mental escapee? Is he on drugs?

So many questions, and so little answers. Eventually they would be known, and eventually they would be reviled, what I didn't know was that, in a minute, maybe two, three of those questions would be answered. The answers could destroy my future, change my perspective of the past, and damage my present.

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