ROWAN
I stand on my porch, watching Chester's car disappear into the night, unease settles over me like a heavy blanket.
As much as this is not what I would have wanted, there is not much I can do. Chester has got some f*****g guts, and I know why. I'm pissed, but I'll contain it, just for now.
"Are you okay man?" Landon's voice rings in my mind, his voice is deep with concern, at least he is not giggling crazy.
"I guess so." I adjust my shirt as though it had shifted position, an attempt at distracting Landon from the worried look on my face, or maybe even an attempt to make myself feel better, distracted from my worries.
"You know, they can not be gone for long," Landon begins, trying to make me feel better because he doesn't buy my reply. Trust me, I wouldn't buy it either.
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