Page 22 of Wandering in Darkness
“I asked if you understood!” he yells.
“There’s no reason to speak to you when you’re the one who doesn’t understand,” I say. “Do we fucking look like we’re involved in whatever this bullshit is? You really think we’re trying to sneak up on you with a fucking pig?”
He hits me again. This time it’s hard enough to teeter my chair and I crash to the ground, painfully pinning my arm between the chair and the floor. “I see that your ears don’t work. Do we want to try this again? Where the fuck is it?”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I respond, which results in a solid kick to the stomach. It’s hard enough it knocks the wind right out of me.
“Come on now, we really don’t know,” Felix says. “Please stop hitting him.”
The man pulls out the Post-it note and sticks it right to Felix’s forehead. “Oh yeah, definitely didn’t come here on purpose.”
Well shit.
“Our friends told us it was a good hiking spot!” Felix exclaims.
“On private property?”
Felix shakes his head. “They didn’t know, obviously. And we didn’t know! Brigs, attack!”
Brigs kicks a little in his sleep. Evidently, we should have taken Copper with us and tossed Brigs in the van.
“Shut the fuck up or I will beat you until you remember,” he screams at Felix.
Lane, who doubtlessly is afraid for Felix’s well-being, is enraged. “Do not fuckingtouchhim.”
The man walks over and hits Lane across the face, which causes Lane’s sunglasses to go flying. The man hesitates as he seems to realize that Lane is blind. Then he looks over at the guys who brought us into the room.
The four guys are also staring at Lane, and even though they’re not saying a single thing, I can tell they’re starting to wonder if maybe the crew that includes a blind guy and a pig really might not be who they’re looking for.
Without another word, they all leave the room.
“Ooh, you snarled so sexily that they fled,” Felix says, like that could possibly be the reason they fucked off, and not that they’re concerned they really did just abduct some random people out for a stroll. “Way to go, my sexy beast.”
“The question now is will they let us go now that we know about this place?” Antonio cries, finally joining the party but still not removing his hood. “They’re going to murder us.”
“Well, you haven’t seen any of their faces so you should be safe,” I tease.
“You guys don’t have hoods on?” he asks like he’s never once thought to shake it off. It’s not like it’s cinched around the neck.
Felix throws himself onto the ground and successfully rolls into Brigs, who is having the nap of his life. “You okay, Cal? You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you see how when Mr. Goatee smacked Lane it didn’t even hurt Lane because his face is so rock hard?” Felix asks, which has to be the weirdest jab at me.
“I… see that,” I respond.
“With a single smack, the energy flew right out of that man,” Felix says, sounding proud.
“I think it was because he noticed Lane was blind and started second-guessing himself.”
“I’m sure that’s not it,” Felix says as he boots the pig awake.
Why he thinks this pig will fix anything, I’m not sure until I see Brigs’s nose going as fast as it can. He locks on to Felix’s bound hands and begins trying to root under the tape. When he realizes he can’t get his snout under there, I watch him start tearing at the tape with his teeth while Felix smirks at me.
It’s very much a “Suck it” look. “You doubted my pig.”
“And you wonder why. What do you have in your hands?”
