Wanted Lance, Amanda

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.Although the action wasn tviolent and his grip by no means hurtful,the closeness and the aggression of his actmade me catch my breath.Beyond thesmell of the clove cigarettes, I could smellaftershave and dull soap.More faded thanothers, I could see a few scars behind thestubble of his jaw, and one particularlydeep mark along his left eyebrow.It was strange that his chest wasmoving so rapidly because such a smalleffort couldn t have been much for him.But sure enough, he was breathing asthough he had been performing someintense exercise.Now I could clearly seewhat the collar of his jacket had beenhiding.It was a rather large tattoo of aserpent, which seemed to dance under thebulge of his pulsing jugular vein.He pulled away instantly when herealized his mistake, slowly moving topick up the cigarette that had fallen to thefloor. Sorry, he mumbled.My hands were practically shakingwhen I put the lip balm on, but I was wellaware it wasn t from fear. That s okay.He laughed and lit the cigarette; thesound filled the kitchenette and made myhead spin like a poorly constructed rollercoaster.I picked up my water bottle andlooked at it, then the bag of chips.No, no.Besides, if I had been drugged, the sideeffects would probably have been farmore different.I shrugged and tried to get the kinksout.Somehow I picked up our previousconversation against my better judgment. That s what I mean, though.A realvillain never apologizes. Insanity, that sall it was.I was clearly just a crazyperson who needed to be locked away in atiny room somewhere so I could receiveprofessional medical help. So you can tbe entirely bad.His eyebrow went up. What do youknow bout it? Nothing.I just That s right. His finger came out atme, pointing in accusation. So just keepyour damn mouth shut.Although he put his hand down, heglared at me for some time.His eyes werea kaleidoscope of colors as the cloudsoutside passed over the sun and tinted theindoor light.While his expression wasdark, there wasn t anything angry about it,nothing even within the realm of what Ihad seen earlier.But I wanted to test thewaters, explore this unknown territory.My curiosity gushed from the inside outand gave me a rush.Yes, I decided.I was definitely crazy. Maybe you re right. I played withthe bottle cap in my hands. If you weredecent, you would let me call my Dadjust to tell him I m all right. Forget it, he snapped and put out thecigarette on the edge of his boot. It was worth a try, I mumbled. You re lucky you re even gettingoutta here. He scooted across the floorand rested his back against one of the fewcupboards still intact.From below us, Ithought I heard the roar of power toolscoming to life.Unfortunately, the noise didnothing to distract me and those peskylogical thoughts started creeping up again.I was beginning to hope that Robbiehadn t heard about my abduction at all.Iquickly reasoned there was no way itcouldn t sidetrack him.Even if I washome by this time tomorrow, I didn t wanthim to worry unnecessarily.With Dad,however, that was going to beunavoidable. What kinda girl goes running rounda filling station after she hears gunshots?He shook his head as though he wasexasperated, but he wasn t even close tobeing done. Is that what those noises were? Imumbled to myself.Even if I had beenasking, it was clear he was too consumedwith his ranting to bother with me. Nobody minds their own business nomore! That s how folk end up in troublehalf the time! Despite the yelling, I wasless afraid and more enthralled by hisbehavior. People can t just do what theirs posed to do.Just follow directions andlisten! Then everybody wonders whyeverything gets messed up. He wasrambling now, ranting as though he were alunatic.I frowned mostly because I onlyunderstood about half of what he wastalking about, but also because I didn tunderstand the source of his anger.Hesounded completely bent, his wordsstreaming out of his mouth with only theslightest fragment of sense. We shoulda just skipped it and stuckto the schedule.Followed through asusual. I listened with a keen interest as hetalked more to himself than anything.Irealized that, just as before when hebecame enraged with Wallace, his accentbecame more pronounced [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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