Chapter 10
Shane's Point of View
Unfortunately there was no way to prevent my dark day from coming. I woke up in a sweat from a dream about my parents. The sun was just starting to rise and, since Final Jam had ended so late, that meant no one would be up. I realized that the cemetery was only a 20 minute drive away. Glancing over, I saw the keys to my car sitting on the table next to my bed. A note was sitting next to it that read;
Thought you might want to get away today.
~Nate, Jason, Brown
Though all of their names were signed, I had a feeling this was mostly Uncle Brown's idea. Nate and Jason hadn't seen me at my worst. I'd done things on my dark day that was worse than what Nate had witnessed three years ago. Uncle Brown knew that I would want to get far away from people and see my parents because they were so close.
Silently, I grabbed the keys, threw on some clothes, and left. Sure enough, my Aston Martin was sitting in the lot. I hopped in and threw it in drive, trying hard not to think about where I was going which would make me breakdown. Though the drive was only 20 minutes, it felt like 2 hours. The second I reached their graves, I collapsed, sobbing. I buried my face in my hands and cried for what seemed forever. I didn't once look up until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Then I looked up and saw Uncle Brown.
"You okay, mate?" he asked, helping me to my feet.
"No," I sobbed, "This is all my fault. I should have made them not go."
"They would have gone anyway, none of this is your fault," he said, rubbing my shoulder. I just shook my head.
"Listen," he growled, "It's not your fault the plane crashed and you need to accept that." I looked up at him in shock. Uncle Brown was never stern unless he had to be. I nodded.
"Good, now, Mitchie is bugging Nate and Jason about what's going on and those two are really worried about you so let's go," he said and led me to my car.
"Why aren't we taking your car?" I asked, looking pointedly at his old pick-up.
"I'll come back for that. People are more likely to try to rip off your car than a banged-up old monster like mine," he said. Despite the sadness, I smiled a little.
We got back to camp 20 minutes later. My crippling sadness had returned and Uncle Brown needed to help me to my cabin. Luckily no campers were around but halfway there I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned and my eyes locked with Mitchie's wide eyes for a second before I buried my head in my hands again. When I was back at the cabin I crawled into my bed and buried myself under the blankets. It only took a few minutes to cry myself to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of arguing voices.
"Come on, she has a right to know," Jason said.
"Shane'll be pissed if he wakes up and sees her there," Nate argued.
"Please, I just want to help," Mitchie begged.
Hearing Mitchie's voice woke me up the rest of the way. The second I woke up, though, I realized I felt like I was being boiled alive. I'd forgotten how hot it could get here. I threw the blanket off and sat up.
"Shane?" Nate asked.
"Let her in," I said simply. Nate nodded and him and Jason walked off as Mitchie walked in.
"You don't have to…" she started but I cut her off.
"It's not fair to keep you in the dark," I insisted, "When I was 10, on this day, my parents left for a business trip to London. The plane crashed halfway across the Atlantic," I said, fighting to keep my voice calm.
"Shane, I'm sorry," she said and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her gently as a few more tears dripped down my face. It felt nice, sitting there with her in my arms.
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