Page 217 of Restless
Groggy, Joey pulled himself to a sitting position.
“Ouch!” Rack screamed, though Joey’s brain was too hit-fogged to understand what was happening. “I should fucking kill you.”
“Iwillkill you,” Christopher swore around a grunt.
“Get in there, you fucking waste of cum.”
“No.”
More struggles, curses, and name calling.
Joey shook his head, wanting to see the moment of Christopher’s capitulation. Instead, he heard the slamming of the shed door.
“NO!” Christopher screamed. The small metal building trembled at his fierce pounding. “There’s a dead man in here! Let me out!”
Satisfaction roared through Joey, and he exchanged a smirk with Rack at the sound of Christopher retching.
“Let me out, Rack,” he begged a few minutes later. He sniffled. “I ain’t ever did you nothin’. Let me out!”
“You’re such a big man, motherfucker,” Rack growled. “Cut up Holmes. If I like what I see tomorrow morning, you can come out.”
Silence, then: “H-Holmes?” he squeaked. “My friend?”
Rack’s eyes widened and he lifted a brow.
Joey shrugged. “I didn’t want to kill one ofmyfriends, asshole.”
“How the fuck will I explain Holmes’s absence to Joe, fuckwad?”
“Fuck.” Joey hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll think of something.”
The banging and screaming started again.
“If he doesn’t shut the fuck up, somebody’s going to hear him,” Joey said, panic rising. Perhaps, he hadn’t thought this out as deeply as he imagined.
Unlocking the padlock, Rack threw open the door. The smell of death walloped Joey again. The terror on Christopher’s face satisfied Joey to no end, although Rack’s softening disappointed him.
“Th-thank you, Rack.” Christopher started out of the meatshack. “You won’t regret—”
Rack blocked him, undeterred by his height deficit, although Joey understood why. Christopher was taller. Rack was broader. “Shut the fuck up. I have a mind to kill you and bury your body in the fucking orchard.”
“Do it!”
“Shut the fuck up, Joey,” Rack ordered, without turning around. “You want to live, Christopher? Stop whining like a cunt. We’ll let you out in the morning.”
“Rack, please, don’t make me stay in here with him. He was my friend.”
“And he’s dead because of it,” Joey spat.
Christopher focused a teary gaze on Joey. His green eyes held grief and fear, but something else:hatred. Until then, Joey hadn’t understood Christopher saw him as a rival, yet didn’t feel one way or the other about him. It was probably why he always overlooked Joey’s disdain. Christopher just hadn’t given enough of a fuck to engage. Now, though…
Now…
“Kill him, Rack, or he’ll kill me.”
“In the morning, get your shit and leave,” Rack told Christopher, ignoring Joey’s order.
“I’ll go home,” Christopher said.
