left on it. He looked young. Really young. Too young to have as much hate as he had in his heart. Too young to have done what he’d done in his life: assault, attempted rape, attempted murder, stalking, kidnapping. It wasn’t right. At one time, Boyd had his entire life ahead of him. Why had he thrown it away?
At the prom, when Boyd had come out of the shadows and held me at gunpoint, the first thing I focused on was his eyes. Dark. Cold. Evil oozing out of them. They glared at me like I was an ant that needed to be squashed, or an inferior being.
Now I looked at the bandages on his eyes. The ones Boyd picked at and would probably take off soon. When he did, what would I be able to see in them? Hate. Anger. Or would I see fear?
The good thing? Boyd couldn’t see the fear in my eyes. Not of Boyd. I couldn’t be scared of him, but of not getting out of the cabin. Of being found dead there, in my little hidey hole, or by the side of the creek. Or… getting back home and finding out Ray was dead. I knew I couldn’t deal with that.
Something else that scared me… I hadn’t been gone but two days, but I was so afraid Sloan had already mourned me, moved on, and found someone else.
I feared a lot of things…
Never getting home.
Letting Ray down.
So many things.
But I couldn’t tell another living soul because the only other living soul in that cabin was Boyd Lawrence.
“Dude, you got real quiet.” Boyd picked a piece of tape from his bandages and winced. He’d have them off in no time. “You know my other senses have increased.”
“You don’t say.” A little smile curved on my lips before I could stop it. Good thing Boyd couldn’t see it, too.
“I do say. So if you are thinking of attacking me, I warn you, it won’t end well.”
“I’m not attacking you.”
“Scared?”
“Hardly. How pitiful would it be to hit a blind man? Not even sporting!”
“That’s discrimination.” Boyd smirked, and I hung my head with a bit of a snicker. It was never good to bond with the enemy. Was this what Stockholm Syndrome was like? Without the romance anyway…
“That’s human decency.”
He scoffed. “Whatever. I’d kick you when you were down, if I could… oh, wait. You can’t stand to fall down.”
It was almost like bickering with Ray. Almost. Except I liked Ray. “Are we going to do this all day?”
“Why? Need more time to think of witty comebacks?”
“More like need time to sleep because this is a waste of time.” Fun… but a waste of time.
“Sleep… Hmmm… Well, I guess we could take a nap and wait for the water to cover us. Seems a peaceful way to die… or we could talk about my plan to get out of here.”
I knew he’d been hemming and hawing about something over there.
I don’t want to hear the plan. I don’t want to hear the plan. I don’t want to… “ What plan?”
“Thought you wanted to sleep.” Boyd pulled the rest of the bandages off of his eyes. He blinked a few times and placed his hand in front of his eyes. Nothing.
“Jerk.”
“Loser.”
I wasn’t going to answer. This was stupid. I’d spent my entire life being quiet and stoic. Why couldn’t I do it around Boyd? Apparently, he brought the chatterbox out of me. “What?”
And… now I wanted to smack the smirk off Boyd’s face. “It’s obvious. Don’t you see? Pun intended.”
“More than you.”
“Obviously.”
Could I smack him now?
“Think… Aaron.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Think. Use that big ugly forehead of yours for something besides brooding.”
“You should talk.” was my awesome comeback. Yeah… I quit.
“T-h-i-n-k…” He dragged the word out like he was talking to a two year-old.
I really didn’t get it, and it killed me. I hated looking stupid and especially when faced with either rich people at school, or crazy people who kidnapped you and threw you over a cliff.
Fun times.
Boyd shook his head, and I think he instantly regretted it. “See…
At the prom, when Boyd had come out of the shadows and held me at gunpoint, the first thing I focused on was his eyes. Dark. Cold. Evil oozing out of them. They glared at me like I was an ant that needed to be squashed, or an inferior being.
Now I looked at the bandages on his eyes. The ones Boyd picked at and would probably take off soon. When he did, what would I be able to see in them? Hate. Anger. Or would I see fear?
The good thing? Boyd couldn’t see the fear in my eyes. Not of Boyd. I couldn’t be scared of him, but of not getting out of the cabin. Of being found dead there, in my little hidey hole, or by the side of the creek. Or… getting back home and finding out Ray was dead. I knew I couldn’t deal with that.
Something else that scared me… I hadn’t been gone but two days, but I was so afraid Sloan had already mourned me, moved on, and found someone else.
I feared a lot of things…
Never getting home.
Letting Ray down.
So many things.
But I couldn’t tell another living soul because the only other living soul in that cabin was Boyd Lawrence.
“Dude, you got real quiet.” Boyd picked a piece of tape from his bandages and winced. He’d have them off in no time. “You know my other senses have increased.”
“You don’t say.” A little smile curved on my lips before I could stop it. Good thing Boyd couldn’t see it, too.
“I do say. So if you are thinking of attacking me, I warn you, it won’t end well.”
“I’m not attacking you.”
“Scared?”
“Hardly. How pitiful would it be to hit a blind man? Not even sporting!”
“That’s discrimination.” Boyd smirked, and I hung my head with a bit of a snicker. It was never good to bond with the enemy. Was this what Stockholm Syndrome was like? Without the romance anyway…
“That’s human decency.”
He scoffed. “Whatever. I’d kick you when you were down, if I could… oh, wait. You can’t stand to fall down.”
It was almost like bickering with Ray. Almost. Except I liked Ray. “Are we going to do this all day?”
“Why? Need more time to think of witty comebacks?”
“More like need time to sleep because this is a waste of time.” Fun… but a waste of time.
“Sleep… Hmmm… Well, I guess we could take a nap and wait for the water to cover us. Seems a peaceful way to die… or we could talk about my plan to get out of here.”
I knew he’d been hemming and hawing about something over there.
I don’t want to hear the plan. I don’t want to hear the plan. I don’t want to… “ What plan?”
“Thought you wanted to sleep.” Boyd pulled the rest of the bandages off of his eyes. He blinked a few times and placed his hand in front of his eyes. Nothing.
“Jerk.”
“Loser.”
I wasn’t going to answer. This was stupid. I’d spent my entire life being quiet and stoic. Why couldn’t I do it around Boyd? Apparently, he brought the chatterbox out of me. “What?”
And… now I wanted to smack the smirk off Boyd’s face. “It’s obvious. Don’t you see? Pun intended.”
“More than you.”
“Obviously.”
Could I smack him now?
“Think… Aaron.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Think. Use that big ugly forehead of yours for something besides brooding.”
“You should talk.” was my awesome comeback. Yeah… I quit.
“T-h-i-n-k…” He dragged the word out like he was talking to a two year-old.
I really didn’t get it, and it killed me. I hated looking stupid and especially when faced with either rich people at school, or crazy people who kidnapped you and threw you over a cliff.
Fun times.
Boyd shook his head, and I think he instantly regretted it. “See…
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