Percy.
His red and black flannel cap almost falling off his sloppy head of unwashed hair.
I took the opening Percy gave me and ran past them, through the hallway. I didn’t even think about Brandon.
I ran downstairs and out the front door into the heavy, falling snow sifting down from the sky which was just waking up with a pale shine. It must have been just around 6 AM and a familiar rumble from over by the road confirmed the time.
I ran out to the road and saw Clayton’s heaving truck idling on the shoulder of the road. I ripped open the passenger’s side door and jumped in.
“What the fuck dude?” Clayton hacked, having swallowed his chew in surprise.
“Just go. Go,” I screamed.
Clayton obliged, still gagging on his chew.
We drove off into the cold, rising sun.
