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Roads: Chapter 33

2011-Dec-30 keiko1981 0

Where could they be? Why were there no people? No houses, no cars, no anybody. And where was the town? This road must lead somewhere.
Sighing, as he saw his friend starting to slip into semi-consciousness again, he reached down and pulled him to his feet. “Zachary, come on. Just walk. We don’t have any more time.”
Zac flung an arm around him, nodding. “I know. I know. It’s dark again. We’ve been walking all day? How come I don’t remember?”
Jason shot him a worried glance.

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Roads: Chapter 32

2011-Dec-26 keiko1981 0

Sighing again, she tapped on the table, frustrated. How had it come to be, that her 12 year old son, and his 12 year old friend, were God knew where, in the middle of the night? She suspected she knew. Her own closed mindedness. Her own fears and insecurities. If she’d only swallowed her fear, ignored the gossip, and just let the boys be together. They’d have felt no need to sneak away, if she’d simply given permission. “Boys, this is my fault. I’m the one that told them they couldn’t do this. If I’d been a little less dense, they’d be right out back.” Taylor shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips.
“How were you dense? You were right, I wouldn’t want my kid around me, either…” His bitter tone tore at her heart, as she took another long look at him.
Drawn and pale, eyes smudged with black circles visible even in the dim light. The sparkle and gleam in those eyes, gone, replaced by dull dread. “Oh, dear God, the poor kid…” The words flitted through her mind, as her eyes took him in… Too thin. Too limp. Beaten and defeated, he had the air of someone who’d fought long and hard, and in the end won only by default. She didn’t know what had happened to him, what had made him do the things she’d heard he’d done, but he was still just Taylor, the same Taylor who’d spent hours and days parked in her kitchen, planning to take over the world with her sons.

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Roads: Chapter 31

2011-Dec-26 keiko1981 0

Jason sat on the other side of the fire, watching his friend sleep. Relief that Zac had finally dozed off, and as peacefully as he had, negated somewhat by the ominous noises he could hear in Zac’s breathing. Inhale, liquid and slightly foggy, it made him want to clear his own throat, listening to it. Exhale, high pitched whistles, strange little sounds like no breathing he’d ever heard before.
Sighing in frustration, he slid closer, reaching out to gently set the back of his hand to the other boy’s flushed cheeks, pulling it back in alarm. Zac’s skin was hot enough to nearly burn. He couldn’t just let it go, he had to do something. But he looked so peaceful, he couldn’t bear to wake him, not knowing how terrible he felt. Shaking his head, he sat back, tears stinging his eyes. Why had he ever made them do this? Calling himself every name he could think of, helpless to come up with a solution, he gave up then, and stretched out again, next to Zac. Maybe this time, they’d be able to sleep through until morning.

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Roads: Chapter 30

2011-Dec-26 keiko1981 0

“Taylor, I find this incredibly difficult to understand.” Her tone shifted suddenly, anger giving way to compassion. “Baby, why are you suffering this all alone?”
He shook his head, blinking back sudden tears. Her anger he could take. Her sympathy he wasn’t quite sure he could. “I just didn’t want people fussing over me.” He sighed and put his head down on the table, resting on crossed arms. “I wanted things to be normal. I guess I thought that if I didn’t mention it… I just get sick of everyone looking at me, and fussing over me. I just wanted to be normal again.” He felt her hand then, stroking his hair, and reached up, gently setting his on top of hers. As much as he hated to admit it, he was glad she knew. He wanted it to stop. Maybe she could help him. He’d begun to doze, enjoying the feel of her hand in his hair, when his senses suddenly fired, and his head shot up. Smell of pine needles and water, cool air and darkness, and then nausea slammed into him, sudden and overwhelming. Seconds later he was vomiting into the sink, his mother’s arms the only thing keeping him upright.

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Roads: Chapter 29

2011-Dec-26 keiko1981 0

“Zac?” Jay’s voice, soft and filled with concern, floated out on the night. “Zac, what is it? Will you talk to me?” He’d listened to Zac’s nearly silent sobbing, for almost an hour, feeling terrible. He’d never intended to say anything, not wanting to embarrass his friend, but he felt bad. Obviously something was really wrong.

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Roads: Chapter 28

2011-Dec-25 keiko1981 0

His disgruntlement turned to horror, when he saw Jason gazing with glee, down the upcoming railroad track. The faint rumbling down the track had sent the boy into paroxysms of delight. “No!” He jogged to catch up with his friend. “No way, don’t even think about it!”
Jason spun, grinning. “Hear it, Zacko??? Trains coming.”
Zac shook his head. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Hear it?”
“Yeah, I hear it. You just watch it go on by.”
Jason’s grin turned to slightly manic laughter. “You ever jumped it, Zacko?”
“You know I haven’t, and I’m not going to. Now…” He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Jason’s penchant for train jumping went back to grade school, and never failed to scare him to death. “Back away from the tracks. I repeat, step away from the tracks.”

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Roads: Chapter 27

2011-Dec-21 keiko1981 0

“What’re you doing? Y’think my mom’s gonna be happy if one of those rocks goes through the glass?” Zac held a finger to his lips. “Hush. You think your mom’s gonna be happy if she knows I’m here? C’mon down.” Jason made a face. “You can go to the door, Zac, I’m sure it’s okay.” Zac shook his head, face uncommonly serious. “No. I don’t want anyone to know I’m here. Come on down, please?” Sighing, thinking that his friend had gone weird in the head, Jason started down the stairs.

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Roads: Chapter 26

2011-Dec-20 keiko1981 0

“What do you mean, no?! Of course you’re coming!” Puzzlement glared from Zac’s voice. “We’ve had this set up all week!” Zac’s heart was pounding, and he could feel adrenaline starting to run.
Not again. One by one, all of his friends were writing him off. It couldn’t be happening again. And not Jay! All week they’d planned this, and now, at Zac’s friendly shout of “You ready? You on your way?”
Jay had answered, “No, sorry. I’m not coming.”

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Roads: Chapter 25

2011-Dec-19 keiko1981 1

“I don’t want to wait! I want to go home!” Taylor brushed off Daniel’s restraining arm, and continued storming down the corridor, ignoring the insistent nattering from behind him. CC’s office. Where was it? If he could find CC, he could go home. It never occurred to him to ask Danny where CC was. Exhaustion, confusion, the fear that this was all a trick to keep him here, the pounding head, from not eating, and the knowledge that if he ate he’d be sick, the people looking at him, the feeling of being judged, and too many memories of too many strangers, it all crowded in on him, distorting his ability to reason, and coherent thought fragmented. The small dark voice of irrationality, a constant untold whisper, had begun to shout, drowning out anything like sense. He felt trapped, hunted, and he had to get out.