Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I’m at the diner now; I can see the kids inside. I see Terry’s car—check; windows down, doors unlocked. Nobody would dare, right? I slip the door open and get in the back seat. I leave my backpack right where it is, patting it and saying nice things to it like it was the dog I never got to have. Oh, we had a dog all right, but it was Dad’s dog and went to work with him. Terry’s smelly old sweats are on the floor and I bury myself in them. They remind me of the locker room at school—another good reason to leave town.
Time passes. Then the door opens and I brace myself, but it isn’t Terry. I don’t know who the hell it is but they slide in on top of me and bury into the old clothes just like I did. A hand presses against my crotch and it’s all I can not to scream. I hear a gasp that echoes my own. Then I hear Terry and some girl approaching, and the person buries themselves in with me, even scooting their head into my armpit. I just hang on. Even if they are an axe murderer, they’re on my side, right? I hear extremely muffled giggling and press my arm closer to my side. The giggles stop and breathing ensues. Good, I don’t need to add murder to my rap sheet. Anyhow I’ve forgotten to bring my knife; so I can’t even kill myself, let alone anyone else.
Well isn’t this pleasant? We’re driving along in his automobile (luckily it’s a full-size sedan), and the girl up front is giggling and something is probably happening in Terry’s pants. Road head? I don’t want to die…my own dick is patted and the giggling in my armpit raises the ante by adding a snort or two. Someone thinks they are hilarious and, apparently, immortal, and I must too because I almost laugh, too. What would Terry do? Pull over? If he’s not going to pull over for what’s going on up there, he’s not going to pull over for something going on back here. His radio is too loud anyhow. A voice in my ear is just audible over Terry’s awful taste in music. “Who are you? I only know you’re a guy.”
I don’t answer, trying to figure out if I know the voice…or if it belongs to a guy or a girl. Probably someone my age; so I should know them, right? I mean adults don’t do this kind of stuff, do they?
Anyhow, I sure wasn’t going to interrupt Terry right now, and I felt I had enough to worry about as it was. However it didn’t much matter because whoever was on top of me didn’t much care and just as the breathing up front got serious, he—or she—sat up and leaned over the front seat and said, “Whatcha doin’?”
Terry screamed and the car went sideways and the girl screamed (as best she could) and we crashed into something hard. I could hear the airbags inflate and there were dings and whistles and moans and giggles and tinkles and then everything came to a stop. Next my arm was snagged and a voice whispered, “Come on, stupid, we have to get out of here!” and I managed to grab my backpack and slide out of the broken back window after my newest and unknown now-best-friend. This person was cussing and complaining about the beautiful car that moron Terry has just trashed.
We were right near the turn for lovers leap, and another car had apparently been right behind us. They turned in and parked and two people came running up. There was smoke coming from Terry’s car. I said, “Well, fuck,” and went back and freed the girl and helped her out her side window. She seemed well enough to continue screaming; so I let the other couple take care of her and went back around to see to Terry. Just as he looked up at me, flames started tickling around the dashboard. There I was hanging inside the car through the window. I loosened his seatbelt—odd how he’d buckled up and then was so careless anyhow—and realized there was no way I could yank Terry out through the window. His girlfriend was slender and so was I, but Terry was stocky and musclebound.
So I broke into his car again, this time through the windshield. It was already cracked from the tree they’d hit, but don’t ask me how I got it torn out enough to drag him through.
He’d seemed paralyzed inside the car but wasn’t, because as soon as I had him away from the car, he took a swing at me. I’d just saved his stupid life and this was the thanks I got? Fuck you! Now I was mad, but I left him alone. I’d been calm through most of this, but I knew I was barely under control. It wouldn’t take much for me to start screaming and hopping up and down in terror and anger. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing in quick gasps. The guy from the other car came up to us and took Terry, and they walked away after the girls. The car was almost fully flame-engulfed by then, and some yokels from up the hill came running down screaming, “Look! A bonfire! Hotdogs! Marshmallows!” Some shit like that. I went back to my new best buddy, took my backpack from her/him, and we turned and walked on down the road. My heart was still pounding and my blood was boiling, as I was still so very wound up.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone