Brian.
Cold and parched, I nipped into the nearby fast-food outlet to drain my bladder and buy a can of soda. For an excruciating two minutes, I couldn’t see the door to Ricky's home. What if Ray sneaked out while I was in the bathroom? But where would he go?
I settled back onto the pier, a mere ten feet from the door, and tried calling him again. Voice mail.
Surely, Ray couldn’t stay locked in his house for eternity. Should I go bang on the door again? Would Ricky call the cops on me? I bet he was disappointed in me because he warned me not to hurt. I wasn’t giving up yet.
I jumped up when the door creaked.
Ray stepped out, wearing threadbare jeans and a simple gray T-shirt. His hair was tousled, and his eyes reddened.
I wanted to throw myself at him, but at the last moment, I stopp
