Recently Adjacent

RA 19: Car mat

A/N: Okay, so I have been absent when it comes to this book and for a while too. I have been avoiding it because I have a lot of plans for this book and I don't know how to organize all the things I want to happen in a way that makes sense and doesn't have any plot holes and stays consistent with the time changes (which I use to help make the present situation of all the characters more understandable), but in order to grow, I know that I must make mistakes, so here it goes ---

Present Day--

Henry:

I have not talked to anyone in the car since we got back on the road. I was beyond livid. 

I have never been so scared for my life and weirdly at the same time for my kids. 

Just as I mentioned them, I glanced into the backseat to see them all squished together against the door to avoid contact with Andrea as they slept like little devils. 

She was the only other one up and unexpectedly made eye contact in the mirror. I had to focus my attention back onto the road. Of all the bad things that have happened to me in the past, nothing makes me as mad as the sight of her face. Nothing. I couldn't begin to explain to you why. That's why we have flashbacks in this book.

Looking back at the road I saw dozens of people in the middle of the street blocking my path. It looked like some sort of protest, a sick protest. 

I was confused as to why they all had masks on covering their mouths and were chanting in the street. I had a green light so proceeded (without caution) and almost ran over a few people, kids included, because I slow down for no one. 

And when I continued down the street I caught glimpses of people walking out of stores with them all on - masks. Did we miss something?

And then I ran something over. I think it fell out of a truck, but that's not important. All that is important is that we shut down in the middle of the street with no where to go and the piece of junk van was filthier than ever before, covered in dirt from the truck that dumped all this sh*t in the middle of the road.

I should mention that we flew about 12 feet into the air which was no biggie. Honestly. I am a brave man. But the landing was a son of a gun.

My head hit the roof and before I had time to recover and directly following it was the most awful, heinous, indescribable, revolting, beastly, hateful, horrendous sound one could ever hear.

That is Robin-Mackenzie whining. 

"What the hell Henry? You trying to murder us Saw style?"

"Hardly, I'd do way better than that." Is what I was going to say, but for the moment I wanted to stick to something mediocre. 

"Oh I don't know. I think I caught a glimpse of your ugly face and I decided that I don't want to spend the rest of my days running away from the government trying to save your azzes, so I may as well just end it RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW." I opened the drivers seat door and began to step out, but that wasn't enough. I had to be dramatic, so I turned all the way around to see the shocked faces of the four in the back and blew all my 3 day morning breath in their faces and said, "That's what happened... 'Kenz," and walked out.