playdead

Chapter Thirty-Six

Teddy was walking down the street, as normal.

It was the morning. About 8:54 am. Snow had fallen down onto the streets. The sidewalk was shaved off ice and snow.

Teddy walked passed stores and venues. His destination was a diner at the end of the street. He planned to have breakfast there. Well, he barely had money except the 10's he stole from Mom.

Teddy made it to the diner. It looked like an old fashioned diner, a long and flat building, colored red and white. In big ass letters illuminated by lightbulbs, it said "Dave's."

Teddy walked in, got a table for one, and just sat there. Drinking his orange juice and reading the morning paper on the table that was from the 70's.

Then, three pairs of feet came through the door. The three people were silent.

Suddenly, the three stopped right at Teddy's table.

"Hey." A harsh voice said.

Teddy didn't look up.

Suddenly, someone ripped the paper out of Ted's hands and threw it away.

It was Patrick. And his goons.

Patrick had a bandage around his head. A slight red was on the front of it.

Teddy immediately got up and went for the exit, trying to escape these losers.

"Hey hey hey, little guy. Calm down. We're not here to hurt you." Patrick said, bluntly.

"Psh...not yet. Right Patrick?" Austin said.

"Shut the fuck up Austin." Patrick replied.

Teddy scowled at the three. He sat down slowly.

Austin. Patrick, and Jack McCarran sat across from Teddy. They all glared at him.

"Okay. What do you want?" Teddy finally said.

"A proposal. Something you can't ah...really turn down," Patrick said sternly. "Your friend. The girl one. Short hair, goth?"

"She's the hot one! Heh, right Patrick?" Austin said.

Jack slapped Austin's arm. Austin rubbed his arm, looking at Jack with disgust and anger. Patrick rolled his eyes.

"If you bring her to the bridge at Wet Fish, me and my boys won't ever bother you and your gay squad again," Patrick explained. "But, ignoring me will make us burn down your little headquarters, with you inside it. Whatddya say?"

"What? What the hell do you think I'll say? No. Absolutely not." Teddy answered.

"Ahh, come on. You don't really like her, don't you? You're only friends with her cause she's always around. Right?" Patrick said.

Teddy was quiet. He looked at his menu and scowled.

"Aye," Patrick snapped his fingers at Teddy. "Yes or no?"

"I..." Teddy was speechless. Was Patrick...right?

The table stood in silence. The three across from Teddy glared at him.

"What are you gonna...uh...do to her?" Teddy asked.

"Kill her." Patrick ominously said.

Teddy's eyes opened wider. Kill Breezy? Not just...throw her over the bridge like they did to him?

"Maybe have fun with her body afterwards," Jack said. "The goth bitches always have the best bodies."

"Yeah...I'm not joining in on that." Patrick said, honestly.

Teddy's mind raced. Would it be bad if he agreed? He would be helping his group in the long run. But if he didn't...well, Teddy didn't want to think about that.

"What do you say?" Patrick asked.

Teddy sat in silence.

"C'mon buddy! This shouldn't be a hard question. Just go with your gut." Patrick said.

"Fine. Yeah, okay. Yeah" Teddy agreed.

"There we go! That's what I wanted to hear." Patrick held out his hand.

Teddy shook it.

"Now then, I'll be off." Patrick said. He pushed Austin and Jack out of the booth Teddy sat in and walked out of the diner.

Teddy felt horrible. But weirdly it wasn't for agreeing. It was cause he didn't know if the clubhouse was going to burn down or not.

Teddy looked everywhere inside. There wasn't any empathy for Breezy. Not even sad for her. It was the most peculiar thing. Should he feel bad? Is this correct? Is this just natural selection?