Wide Open spaces

Chapter 16

“Bibi, let go.” Dylan’s voice says not to my ear. I shake my head and Dylan sighs. He takes the hand off the mouth but not the one off my hand. He steps in front of me and looks at me in the eyes. My grip loosens on the gun and I let him have it.

“Turn around and block your ears Bi.” He says in a soft voice. I do what he says and I hear  three shots go off all after one another. I jump each time from the loud noise. I open my eyes and Dylan is standing in front of me. 

“Sorry you had to hear that.” He says with an apologetic smile on his face. 

“It’s what I am going to learn so I might as well get used to it hey?” I say it more as a question then a statement. 

“We need to get out of here, you okay to walk?” Dylan wondered. I nodded my head and we start to walk to where the car is. After about three minutes we are back at the cars. Everyone else is waiting at the car and we all pile in. I let out a sigh as I sit down in the car. Patrick has been fussing over me since I got over near them and he has finally shut up. I shift in my seat until I am comfortable. I lean my head against the cold window and try to fall asleep. I consciously feel myself getting lifted out of the car and up the front steps of the school. I feel my soft bed under me and the covers on top. I snuggle into them and fall asleep. 

I wake up feeling the bright sun on my face. I raise my hand to block the my eyes from sun. I role over and see Patrick and Dylan camped out on my floor again. I look at the clock that is on the table next to my bed and it reads 5:30. Of course it is this early, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and grab my crutches that we placed on the ground next to my bed. I walk over to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. I laugh a little and grab my brush that was left on the counter from the previous night. I brush through my hair quickly and place it in a pony tale like normal. I walk back into the room to see both of the boys still asleep. I grab the book that my mum gave to me and throw it onto the bed. I read through it over and over again until I don’t want to anymore. I lay the book on the table that has the clock on it and look out the window. The trees are blowing lightly in the wind and the sun is rising slowly in the sky. I hear someone stir on the ground and I turn around to see Patrick sitting up rubbing his eyes. 

“Morning.” He yawns. I reply with a ‘morning’ to and we lapse in silence. 

“I am glad that you are ok.” He says I look over at him and smile.

“Yer so am I.” Patrick stands up from the ground and comes over to the bed and sits beside me. He leans over and hugs me so tight. I hug him back and we stay like that for a bit. When he pulls away he looks me in the eyes.

“I mean it, I really do, I am so grateful that you are safe.” And then hugs me again. When he pulls away he lays down in my bed.

“Man I miss sleeping in a bed.” He says to me. I give he a weird look and he just shrugs it off. I lay down as well so we are both looking at the ceiling. We continue to make small conversation in a quiet voice to make sure we don’t wake up Dylan. Apparently, as Patrick tells me, he doesn’t sleep very much because he always has his guard up and always thinks that he has to watch over everyone at the school he says it is what he should do as a thank-you to the school for adopting us, so when he is having a good sleep Patrick just lets him keep sleeping, even if he sleeps through school. I don’t have to go to school today because Noah wants me to get well rested and then go down to the nurse just to get a check up on my ankle. It is now nearing noon and Dylan is starting to stir a bit. Patrick and I are still laying in my bed and I feel like I have gotten to know him better. Patrick sits up at the same time Dylan does.

“What time is it?” Dylan asks in a husky voice.

“Just after noon.” I tell him. His eyes widen and he looks over at Patrick and he glares at him. He gets off the ground and walks over to Patrick.