Chapter 5 - Silas’s POV
At this point, Sadie is asleep, I can’t see Heather, I’m hungry, and I’m basically alone in the car. I really, really, really want a nice burger from Burger King.
But I have no money. What’s a juvenile delinquent to do? And yes, I am a juvenile delinquent. I got arrested in fifth grade for… I don’t remember, actually. Probably something stupid like stealing from the candy store. Who doesn’t steal from the candy store? I mean, we all like candy. What’s better than candy? Candy that you don’t have to pay money for. Especially when it’s against the law. That just makes it better.
Yeah, fifth grade was great. (Totally not, by the way.)
Anyway, I’m hungry and moneyless. And I just so happen to drive past this great looking burger place.
Cue kleptomania. I really, really want a burger. I pull into the parking lot and try very hard not to wake Sadie up, but Heather must have yelled at her. Fuck that damned ghost.
“Silas, please tell me you weren’t going to rob a Shake n Steak?”
“I was going to rob a Steak n Shake, not a Shake n Steak.”
“Whatever. Shakes are better than steaks. The best comes first. It’s just logic, man. They named the place wrong.”
“Whatever.”
“You are not robbing a restaurant.”
“But I want food!”
“So do it the responsible way. Let’s get money from my mom.” I raised my eyebrows.
“She’ll just give you money?”
“Nope. We’re gonna steal some. She ain’t home, and I got her keys.”
“Very responsible. I like the way you think.” I smirked.
“Knew you would. I’m gonna stop calling you Mr. Delinquent and start calling you Mr. Kleptomaniac.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t offend the Christian in the room.”
“Fuck the Christian in the room. I want food.”
“Fine, Fine. Let’s go.” I stepped on the gas and instantly slammed on the brakes again.
“Holy shit, does this kid have a death wish or what? Tell him to shove his pride up his ass and stop trying to get run over!” Sadie rolls down the window.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she says. “Sorry for almost running you over again.”
“I wish you had,” it sounds like he mutters. It seems like Sadie didn’t hear him. “No problem,” he says louder. Sadie rolls the window back up and waits for him to walk away before speaking, just in case he can read lips. Her face is a mixture of terror and terror. Oh wait, those are the same thing. Basically, she’s terrified.
“He’s stalking us, man. He’s f— he’s stalking us. Jesus.” Her eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. My eyes are probably just as wide.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper.
“It doesn’t matter, he’ll find us.”
“Well, we can try.”
“Why are we whispering?”
“It’s a fear thing.”
“Oh, okay. Then step on the damn gas pedal and get us out of here!”