“Hey, at least I have a car and a license,” that shut him up, “we have to go over what happened to you guys.” I looked over to the one guy who wasn’t smoking. He was sitting on an upside down garbage can staring at the ground wide-eyed, not paying attention to anything going on around him or saying anything, “Hey, Brandon, you alright?” I called to him.
Brandon showed no sign of even being aware that I had shown up, let alone talked to him. He was dressed in all black, his ears covered with piercings. Brandon was the oldest out of all of us, but by far the shortest, standing a few inches shorter than me. We used that as an excuse to make fun of him but he would threaten us with what he called his ‘native magic’. Before all this happened we played along when he said that but now, there’s no way to know what’s real.
“He’s been like that ever since we got back.” it was Daron who answered again. How come he was the only one saying anything and why did he seem like nothing had happened? “Steve’s not much better,” he continued, referring to the third guy there. He was the tall, skinny ginger to my right. Steve was the only one who kept his hair short like me, “he was freaking out before you got here, but as soon as he took a drag of that smoke he started acting like he is now.”
Suspiciously I looked at Daron, “If they’re so out of it and scared shitless, how come you seem fine?”
“The only thing that’s keeping me sane right now is the knowledge that we have to sit down and figure this all out, piece it together and figure out our next step. Once all of this is over it’ll probably all hit me. We’ll see what happens to me then, until that time I’m ready to do whatever’s needed.”
Right then my phone started to ring. Grabbing it out of my jacket pocket I looked down at the screen and saw the word ‘Home’ across it.
That’s going to be the wife wondering why I’m not home yet. I can’t put up with explaining all of this to her right now. I’ll let her know tomorrow after work.
Before I put my phone back in my pocket I made sure it was turned off. Stupid idea when my wife is trying to get a hold of me because I know I’m going get in shit for it but my friends needed my attention more at that time.
“Let’s go inside and hear what you guys found out.” I said. Daron stamped out his cigarette, I watched his foot as he did, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there with you guys, it’s just that,” I paused, not wanting to sound crazy for what I had to say.
“...just that he told you not to.” Daron finished for me.
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