"When are we getting out of here?" Kitty and Des ask me, after their my aunt told them to distract me so she could remove my stiches. I groan.
"When the bad guys leave." I answer, choking.
"Why are they here?" I hear Aunt Midnight grunt at them to stop, but I answer anyway.
"Because sometimes there are people that don't like you, and this time these people don't like us. Between us, I think it's because we're awesomer than them." I whisper the last part, using every once of humor left in me. They smile, and Kitty even giggles.
"Go on, get out of here." Their mom barks, laughing. They giggle and run off. I stifle a smile as the last stich leaves my body. My back still hurts, and it's not well enough to remove the splint, but the stiches were no longer needed. When I get the splint out I just have to get a new set of them.
"They were fine."
"They didn't know bad guys were after us." She answers, staring blindly at my back.
"I'm sorry I-"
"No, I just didn't have the heart to tell them. It's the thing about being young, they think everything, well, almost everything, is a game. The problem is, I don't want to be the one to ruin that for them."
"When do you think we'll all be okay again."
"Kenny, no one is ever okay. No such thing. It's a trick of the mind. Just because you just found money on the street, and you're okay, doesn't mean someone else just lost that money that they worked for. Understand?" I nod.
"So, when do we get out of here then?"
"When the bad guys leave." She answers, smiling, and goes off to wash her hands. I smile to myself. The truth is, I'm okay right here. I'd rather live a thousand lifetimes down here with my family than one up there, with everyone else.
"I want to freeze this moment. Right here, right now, and live in it forever." I say quietly, to myself, still smiling like an idiot. It's my favorite quote, or at least on of them. The other one is just plain "Okay."
"Yeah, well I wouldn't." A deep voice calls, walking toward me. Travis. I wonder why he isn't with Brynna. Dad probably makes them sleep at separate times just so that can't do it together.
"And what exactly do you want?" I ask sarcastically. He laughs a little.
"I was watching her take out the stiches, you okay?"
"No such thing." He looks confused, but doesn't ask.
"Why were you watching me?"
"Got nothing better to do." He jokes, taking a seat against the wall next to me. I hate having to lay here, like I'm being talked down to.
"Don't you have some flower arrangements to design or something?" He laughs, harder this time.
"That's completely up to Brynna. She's really got this sixth sense for wedding stuff."
"It's a girl thing, well, for most girls." He looks away, knowing I don't want him looking me in the eye while I'm down here.
"I guess I'm going to have to get used to it."