Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Bobby, come here." The words were whispered but seemed loud in the silence. Doug squatted down, leant forward and extended his arm in front of him, palm up and fingers curled in slightly.
"Come here, Babe. Please." For seconds no one moved, the area around the crackling fire remained untouched but Doug didn't know for how long. If They came back the two were sitting ducks and he felt the urge to just grab Bobby and physically move him to the trailer, but he waited it out not wanting to scare the teenager anymore than he already was.
Then without warning Bobby fell forward, his arms catching his fall and he crawled the five feet towards the outstretched hand. Doug wrapped his fingers around the hand that was offered to him and gently pulled the quivering body towards his own. He held him there for moments reveling in the fact that he still could hold him, that those things hadn't taken him.
Doug tensed when he heard a rustling in the darkness. He felt two hands grasping the back of his shirt in fists, pulling it tighter around his neck. A few seconds later the sound returned and Doug didn't wait to find out what it was. He stood with Bobby still held tight in his arms and made his way back to the trailer.
In those few moments all he felt was the iron clad grip around his waist and Bobby's tears soaking into his shirt, all he heard was the soft rustling growing steadily closer and the soft barely there sobs of the boy in his arms, and all he saw was the metal trailer door, his escape, and wisps of brown hair that he upset with every harsh pant.
It felt like hours before the two had reached the door. With one hand Doug unwrapped himself from Bobby and pushed the younger into the trailer and with the other grabbed hold of the door. He spun around to close it but before he did he looked out in the darkness, the only light the small campfire. Nothing. Nothing moved, not a sound echoed through the canyon. But something still felt wrong.
Doug was not prepared to wait until he decided what it was so he slammed the door behind him and backed away when the lock was in place. He stumbled when he felt fingers grab at the hem of his jeans and he turned and dropped to the floor when he saw Bobby's eyes wide and arms spread begging to be held.
"It's okay, you'll be fine, I promise." He spoke quietly into the teenager's ears still listening for any suspicious noises coming from the hills.
"I love you." The words were barely audible and if Doug hadn't been listening he wouldn't have heard them but he did and even when his wife and her family had all been murdered by some psychopaths who were still wandering around in the night it made him smile.
"I love you too Bobby, I love you too."
It was hours later before the two men heard anything from the things shifting around outside their very trailer. By this time they had managed to move all the bodies from inside the trailer to the car and cleaned up some of the dripping blood, though not much Bobby had nearly hyperventilated just looking at the blood so Doug hadn't bothered to do much about it.
Instead he had pulled Bobby to the couch and lay down allowing Bobby to curl up on top of him, his head rested half on the blue pillow and half on Doug's shoulder, their legs entwined and Bobby played with Doug's fingers nervously. They remained this way for hours, until they heard the tell tale sign of the radio's being spoken into.
"How do they know the frequency?" Bobby asked, petrified.
"I don't know."
"I'm gonna make you a deal." The raspy voice sounded loud in the small trailer. Doug stood quickly and ran to the radio pressing and holding the button he growled into it. "You have nothing to hold over my hea..." Before the last word could be uttered the sound of a baby girl crying traveled through the small metal space.
"Shit, shit, shit." Doug had forgotten for hours his baby girl. He hadn't even realized she was missing.
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you!" Doug's voice was loud and hoarse but it didn't deter the speaker.
"The child for the boy."
Everything in the trailer stopped until all one could hear was the raspy breaths of the insane. Bobby's eyes widened and his grip on the couch almost ripped the seams. Doug stopped breathing and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart, it felt like it would burst through his ribs any second. He looked back at Bobby. How was he supposed to make that decision?
