![]() ![]() My skin gets tight suddenly, like I'm trapped inside of it with nowhere to go. I'd recognize that car anywhere: it belongs to the Thing. “What do you care?” I ask, and then the hair on the back of my neck stands on end at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. It's definitely not my usual daywear, that's for sure. “Where the hell have you been?” she asks me, standing up and giving my frock a confused look. I prefer the months of severe neglect, hands down. It's always bad when she's paying attention to me. Staring up at the dilapidated duplex in front of me, I sigh and head for the front door.īut then I walk in and find her sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Hael climbs back in the car and he and Oscar take off, leaving me alone in my own personal hell. “I'm not used to it, and it doesn't suit you.” ![]() “Well, don't,” I snap, scooting around him, and giving the big, tattooed car freak a wide berth. “What?” he asks, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. I have no idea what's going through Hael's mind. What the fuck? I give him a skeptical sort of look as I climb out, like one might eye a used car salesman.īut, you know, in a way, he's much worse than a used car salesman because I know what a salesman wants. “I'm not.” I grab my backpack and sleeping bag as Hael gets out of the car and comes around to … open my door. ![]()
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