BREN
It was twelve minutes after Derrick left when I heard the first screech of brakes.
Car doors slammed.
Feet were pounding on the sidewalk.
There was shouting.
The doorbell was ringing. Someone was punching it over and over again.
Pounding on it, fists were hitting it and I heard from the back of the house, “BREN! ARE YOU OKAY?!”
Then, not a moment of silence where I could respond, I heard, “Dude! Check the back of the house. Maybe that’s unlocked.”
Zeke came barreling around the back side of the house, and seeing me sitting there, he braked to a sudden halt. His eyes were wide, alarmed, and his jaw tense, but then he cupped a hand by his mouth and hollered, “SHE’S BACK HERE!” He frowned at me. “You okay?” His head tilted to the side. “You look weird, Monroe.”
Huh.
That was it
