Woke up a few hours - days maybe - later. I can feel my bed vibrating… I’m on the bus. I can hear Britney talking softly with someone - maybe Justin. My legs hurt… almost as feels as though I was in a fire. They burn very much so. Holding onto the walls for balance, I make my way towards the sound of Britney.
She’s sitting near the front, talking on her phone, staring out the window. She looks like an angel - hair pulled back into a sloppy bun held up by a pen. She’s still beautiful. I move closer to her but stop when I see JC sitting across from her. He waves at me and quietly gets up.
I don’t know how but I made it back where I first started, the back of the bus, and got there rather fast. JC shuts the door and grinned. He reminded me of the Grinch when he conceived his plan to raid Whoville. He quickly removes his shirt… his chest is covered with cuts and bruises like mine.
I gasp softly when he turns around to face me. All I can muster out is a soft whimper.
“Don’t remember yet, Wade? Don’t remember what you did?” He starts slipping out of his pants. His boxers hide some, but there are more bruises.
“I would never…”
“Bullshit, Robson!”
“I don’t know anything!” I’m on the verge of tears.
“Yes, you do. You’re pulling a Chris. Blacking out what you don’t want to remember.”
“I don’t! You drugged me. You tortured me. You killed that girl and now you’re putting the blame on me. Tell me the truth!” I’m shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He moved around the room, fingers pressed to his lips. I could tell he was longing for a cigarette. Silence passes between us. Seconds seem like minutes turned into hours. The only sound was our breathing… it was killing me. I wanted to call out his name… I wanted him to speak.
Our silence was never broken.
He moved closer towards me. I had on no shirt. Our flesh looked the same. Cut, bruised.
His eyes were water, filled with hatred. I stared at him, searching, waiting for an answer.
Right then and there….
I remembered.