Page 203 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

I managed to get to my feet and I jumped for the bus.

I climbed up as a few others slowly climbed out.

“Get away,” a goalie named Jeff said. “Gas. There’s gas everywhere.”

He pulled himself up and tumbled off the bus to the ground.

Jeff would never play hockey again but would become a coach in the minors and then get into the executive offices of a major team.

I dipped my head into the bus.

The sight would forever haunt me.

Everything is broken.

Everyone looks dead.

Some are dead.

Some aren’t. Yet.

I saw Remi.

Pinned between two seats.

His face wet. Clothes soaked too.

The strong smell of gasoline.

He looked at me.

“Remi,” I said.

“Get the others,” he said. “Save the others, Riff.”

“Give me your fucking hand,” I ordered. “I can pull you out of there.”

Remi reached his right hand forward.

Shaking.

He handed me something.

The painting from Fiona.

“Give this to her,” Remi said. “Tell her I saved it for her. So she can remember me.”

My heart twisted and I panicked in a way I never knew could exist.

I pulled myself down a little bit more and then fell back into the bus. On purpose.

I tried my best not to look around at anyone.

I looked at Remi.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Remi asked.

“Saving your ass,” I said.

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