Chapter Twelve #3
I followed her, using the stick for support, which actually did fucking help.
Jeez. She was no longer visible when I went through, pulling the greenery back together to try and hide our entrance.
If Chad was pursuing us, he would probably have a shit ton of men on the job.
The woods were more like a forest, hopefully they wouldn't be able track us?
Using my stick, I went around the hut and to the front where a door stood ajar. Pushing it open I carefully closed it after entering. There was a small dirty window on the right side that let in a shard of light. Brit was standing in the middle, looking around at the bare room.
“At least there's a small bed,” she said, “We can take turns getting some rest.”
Fatigue was dragging at my body and the bed called me to it. There wasn't any cover and the mattress was threadbare and probably covered in bugs.
“It's surprisingly clean in here,” I declared, searching the corners of the ceiling for spiders.
There were a few, but I'd expected there to be millions, with spider webs filling the whole place.
“There's several buckeyes around,” Brit said, “They're supposed to put spiders off, but I don't know whether that's true.”
We looked at one another and laughed, the sound filling up the space. Why the fuck were we bothered about bugs and spiders when we'd just escaped hell?
“Here…” Hobbling to the bed, I picked up the thin mattress and checked it over, smiling when I knocked a couple bugs off and they flew to the floor, scuttling away to the corners. “It's plastic material, it's not that bad.”
“I don't know if I can…” Brit gave a shiver as she rubbed her jaw. “What if there's tons living inside?”
She wiggled her shoulders and I shrugged back. “Well, if you're not using it, I will.”
Swiping my arm over the bed, just in case there were any other bugs, I placed the mattress back and lay down. Brit stared at me, the fear sitting in her eyes.
“Are you just going to stand there the whole time?” I put my hands under my head and looked up at her.
Her eyes closed as she inhaled and grimaced at the musky smell. It was pretty strong, but I was already getting used to it. Plus, I'd been in a lot worse situations, I wasn't going to let a few bugs bother me.
“Well…” I scooted backwards on the bed so I was nearest the wall. “…there's room here for two. I'll protect you from the creepy crawlies.”
Frowning, she opened her eyes and studied the space beside me. Okay, so it was tight, but what other option did she have?
“Fine.” Huffing, she gingerly climbed on the bed and turned her back towards me.
“A thank you would've been nice,” I mocked.
“Fuck off.”
Putting a hand on my chest, I gasped. “Oh my,” I played, “I never expected such language from daddy's girl.”
Turning her head, she frowned at me. “Fucking dick face, big-balled, bitching cunt twat head.”
My gaze narrowed on her. “Are you calling me that? Or proving you know dirty insults? Because if you're calling me those things, I'm going to…”
I gripped her around the waist and tilted her, dangling her off the side of the bed. She squeaked and hit my arm, half laughing, half whining.
“Don't hit me, it might make me drop you and then you'll be with all the bugs on the floor!”
She stiffened so I pulled her back, nestling her into me so we could fit comfortably. Her butt rested in my crotch, pressing against my jeans nicely. I wasn't going to move and neither did she. Good, it wasn't like I had the energy to touch her inappropriately anyway.
“Talking about bugs,” she said, “I've always wanted to know what happened to Jack.”
My chest squeezed at the sudden reminder of my friend. “You mean Wasp.”
“I suppose so,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I heard rumors that Jay had a twin brother that died when you were hiding from your parents.”
Clearing my throat, I closed my eyes. The flames that had engulfed the abandoned house we'd lived in for two years came into my mind, the scene playing out like a movie.
“Wasp was my brother, a best friend.” My voice got tight from the lump that came to my throat.
I hadn't thought about him for a very long time. When Moth had found Alia and been told the truth of that day, there'd been an element of healing. Enough to know that we didn't want to kill her any longer. Not that Moth would let us now, he was madly in love. And everything had changed.
“How did he die?” Brit's voice was quiet, unassuming.
Inhaling sharply, I tried to shake my head, stopping when it hit hers. “Fire.”
“Fire?” She gasped and gulped loudly.
“Yeah.” A thunderous mood descended over me as the memories flashed through my brain.
I tried to wrench Wasp's leg out from the beam that had fallen, just like Moth.
However, it had been useless, he was completely trapped.
Forcing Moth to leave before the roof fell had been the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.
That day, we'd lost a part of our team, a part of our family.
And that was why we were so determined to join him again.
“I don't want to talk about it,” I interrupted when she inhaled to speak. “Let's just get some rest.”