7. Lourdez
SEVEN
Lourdez
L ochlan hasn’t spoken for hours, choosing to spend the time we’d been waiting for help in silence.
The tears on his face have an icy shine from when he’d ventured out into the cold to flag down the only car that passed.
They’d ignored him, and help still hadn’t shown up. He’d called his dad and told him of the problem, explaining that help was on the way and that we should be there soon. His dad offered to come and get us, but the fear in his voice of not being there with Colten if something were to happen had Lochlan turning down his offer.
My teeth chatter, pulling his attention to me.
“I can’t do anything about you being cold right now, and it isn’t a spite thing.”
“I know.” My teeth continue their conversation with the cold air, letting it know it’s made its point.
“They should have been here by now.”
“Maybe there are lots of breakdowns.”
“We’ve hardly seen any fucking cars.”
“Well, the weather is worse now. Maybe they just can’t get to us.”
The scene outside is nothing but white. It’s impossible even to see where the road is.
“We’re not close enough to walk. Fuck, why can’t we be closer. It’s just too far.”
“And it’s too cold.” I shiver.
He nods.