It wasn't for himself he worried about but Drew.
Picking through the rubble, dust in his eyes, tears in eyes, wailing, sobbing.
Leaned against the display of kids sunscreen and cried.
The display?!
It was standing, the entire building was the same, no damage, shoppers walking around.
He'd hallucinated?
apparently though it wasn't from a drug trip that was sure. He had enough thrill with his dives and jumps, even watching Drew sleep, THAT was excitement.
Drew?!
So they were BOTH having visions, daytime nightmares since Drew was fetal curled on the floor covering his face and shrieking.
Easy to tell what bad dream was in his mind, reliving that nasty bitch of a 'loving' wife hitting him again.
Beating him again.
Justin wished only once to meet that tramp and kick the snot out of her.
Horrible husband beating bimbo, his worst Enemy.
Maybe take her home, his home, let the lions have her.
An evil smile formed into a U on Justin's face.
'Relax Bru, I'm here not HER. You're safe with me. Let's walk outside, get fresh air.'
'Urhhhnnn.'
Justin supported Drew upright fully, poor guy, he was heavier than he looked with those mile long legs and his eyes kept rolling back.
'Dammit, baby, don't leave me now.'
the extremely loud blast of the bus horn snapped him out of it.
Brown hair in long strands flowed in the wind.
Sky eyes opened wider.
Twitchy smile grew.
'Party Cow!'
Justin stared at the tour bus with the horse trailer hooked to the back, sure enough, with a bovine mooing in it.
For once he wasn't hungry for steak.
Jinder waved at them.
'Need a ride?'
Four gathered around, three guarding one, Jinder up front driving.
'Poor Andrew.'
They watched him sleep.
Wade spoke again.
'So you believe someone made you two hallucinate?'
'Yeah, I'm thinking Phil, he keeps plenty of drugs to use against people.'
'It's Derrick.'
'You're sure.'
Green eyes turned to grey.
'It's him and I'm putting an end to it.'
