Kowalski: When will Rico, Sonya (Meagan Snow's OC), and I be in this story?
Me: Soon.
Chapter 7: Retreating
"PLEASE STOP!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears from pouring out.
Skipper punched me in the face, again. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"I thought we were brothas!" I sobbed. "How could you this to me!?"
He smiled wildly, and his blue eyes turned blood-red. "Because your a sh*tty little Brit, and because you're nothing to anyone."
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew I had to get away from it. Whatever it was.
My father grabbed and pushed my back against the wall. Skipper slowly walked up to me, an enormous knife in his hands...
"Private, wake up!" Skipper whispered. I bolted upright, breathing heavily. I flinched as Skipper gingerly rubbed my back. I looked at him, half-expecting to have my head cut off. My brother looked worried. "Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep."
I realized that my face was wet, though I wasn't sure if it was from tears or sweat or a mixture of the two (probably a mixture). I took a deep breath and slowly asked "Skippa, you'd...you'd neva want to hurt me...would you?"
He quickly pulled his hand off my back, looking shocked at my question. "Of course not! What the deuce could, possibly, make you think otherwise?"
I sighed with relief. "I suppose we should get going," I said as I got out of bed. I was wearing a navy blue T shirt and jeans. I had slept in my clothes, as Skipper had instructed, and my red back pack was on the ground nearby, filled with food, water, and a first-aid kit.
I put it on, and realized that my brother was already prepared. He was wearing a camouflage T shirt and dark jeans and a navy blue back pack. "Ready?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and nodded. Good thing it's Saturday, I thought. At least we won't be skipping school because of this.
Skipper and I had managed to sneak out of the house, fairly easily, since Dad had gone to bed. We were walking down the side walk, when I asked "where exactly are we going, Skippa?"
"Marlene's," he answered bluntly.
I sort of expected him to say that, since him and Marlene were dating, but that didn't mean that I was comfortable with it. "Can't we go someplace else?"
Skipper groaned. "You're just saying that because Rookie has a thing for you."
I didn't tell him, but it was true. Rookie was Marlene's younger sister, who was the same age as me. And, yes, she did have a crush on me. She was a nice girl, but I just didn't like her that way.
My brother stopped abruptly. "Why are we-" but I couldn't finish my question, because he clamped his hand onto my mouth and dragged me into the alley by the night club. We hid behind some trash cans and heard foot steps. Then, someone shined a flashlight into the alley.
We heard a gruff voice say "Anderson? I know you're back there. I can smell trouble. And hormones."
Me: The first reviewer to figure out who found them gets a free Rico! *holds up Rico*
Rico: Haga blaga! Haga blaga! (Put me down! Put me down!)