Sudden Change

Chapter 11

Roy knew where to find him, Beatrice's house. Sure he was scared but Mullet was his best friend, and he couldn't lose him, hes all I have left… He was near tears, What if he's dead? Oh god please don't let her hurt him! He knew if he called the cops on Lona she would just run Mullet further away, which then he wouldn't know where they would have gone; thus making the situation that much worse. This chance is all he had and he wouldn't waste it. He needed to confront her alone.

Sure he was scrawny but that didn't mean he was totally powerless… at least he didn't try to be. He was feeling really conflicted. All he felt was that Mullet thought he was a powerless boy… he didn't want it to be that way. He got angry, and punched the wall. WHY cant I do ANYTHING? He yelled. All he was, some stupid outcast. He put his head in his hands, thinking. Why does everything have to be complex mission saving shit? He thought dramatically. Then he thought again. Well… it doesn't HAVE to be…

Roy approached the house silently, stick in hand. No, he wasn't going to beat anyone. He needed to create a distraction. He studied his surroundings. Dark trees surrounded the house, creating an even darker atmosphere. Overgrowth had started, and the house looked not in its best shape. He could see clearly the over grown grass hadn't been cut, the porch hasn't been washed, and the back door he could tell, was unlocked. Perfect. He thought. He went towards the back wall, and loudly started dragging it along the panels of the house, and then he ran around the corner. He knew nobody could see his shadow. Two very angry men came rushing out in the dark, looking around frantically. He found his chance. He chucked the stick as far into the woods as he could, as it made rustling noises, just as he planned. The men ran off far into the woods, determined, to well, go after whatever noise they heard. Roy also knew that without flashlights, those men would be wandering around in the deep brush for quite a while. Which of course, was just a stick.

Roy chuckled, and carefully snuck inside the house. He vaguely remembered the pattern of the house, but it was just enough that he knew Lona's room was way up on the second floor, and the basement not even 5 feet away. All he had to do was feel for the doorway. He could hear Lona clearly snoring upstairs, and he found his chance as he felt the open space. He carefully crept down the stairs silently, without even a sound or a creak of the steps. He reached the bottom, and when he did, he wouldn't forget the sight.

Mullet lay tied to a bed, and he was clearly passed out. His face was bloody, and his body looked slightly crippled. Roy gasped quietly, as he silently raced to his best friends side.

"Oh god oh god, Mullet!" He shook his friend softly, kneeling beside him.

"Wake up, please!" He pleaded quietly, whispering quickly to Mullet. He shook him harder, and finally heard a soft moan from Mullet.

"Mullet?" Roy asked quietly, and he grabbed Mullet's hand. It was slightly cold. Roy twitched.

"Roy…?" Mullet said softly, meeting his friends eyes slowly.

"Thank god!" Roy said, and hugged Mullet tightly, "I was so worried about you I thought you were dead!"

Mullet responded back by attempting to hug Roy back, his grasp was restrained, as his hands were still tied.

"I'm so so sooo sorry." Roy pleaded quietly, "I cant believe I passed out im such a bad friend im so sorry Mullet." Roy felt a tear roll down his face as he held his friend. He really was scared that he was going to lose Mullet. He was…. His, best friend. His heart was gripping , which was something entirely new to him. He only gripped his friend tighter.

"Roy.. Roy, you are NOT a bad friend, at all." Mullet enthused, with as much energy as he could sum up. Roy just pulled back, tears in his eyes, to look at him.

"I knew you'd come." Mullet said assuring Roy.

"How?" Roy whispered quietly to Mullet, still holding him. Mullet just stared at his best friend, and down at his hand in Roy's. He was obviously very upset, and he couldn't fathom why. Such a silly boy. Roy had always been risky and childish… and becoming more that way, just like himself. It was only the second moment he'd seen him this broken. He could understand the first, Bea dying. But… why himself? Mullet's eyes met Roy's and for a split second he understood Roy's concern and passion to take care of his…. best friend.. It was…

Mullet didn't have five seconds to think, but he did have 5 seconds to hear, and he heard footsteps upstairs. Both boys quickly looked up, then back at each other, eyes wide like two kids caught in a bad act. Mullet then switched his thinking to getting Roy to safety.

"Quick. Under the bed." Mullet spoke softly, and Roy obliged, breaking his eyes from Mullet's, letting go of his hand, and rolling quickly under the bed.