“Banjo’s here, so they must have come back.”
Gunner!
My eyes and Lex’s eyes grew bigger as I quietly put her down. I took off the condom, tied it, grabbed my pants, and slipped them on. I looked around for a place to hide the condom, and I ended up sticking it in my pocket. Lex opened her mouth, and she made a funny face by scrunching up her nose. I shrugged and put my sneakers on as I listened to Gunner, Jeff, and my father all talking.
“I’ll text Will,” my dad said.
I stopped moving and reached for my phone as Lex began jumping up and down ever so quietly. I slid the volume button down just in time. Lex and I both let out a breath.
Then, she threw her hands up to her mouth. She began pointing down.
I looked at her and mouthed, What?
She was about to say something when her phone went off, and we both stopped and stood perfectly still.
“Well, here is Alex’s phone in the tack room. She must have left it,” Gunner said.
Lex quickly began getting dressed as I stood there, thinking of my last moments alive on earth.
They were good moments. I’m with Lex, and that’s all that matters.
“Let me see if they are with Luke and the others,” Jeff said.
I closed my eyes and prayed that fucker came through for me.
“Luke, it’s Dad. Are Will and Alex with y’all? Banjo is here in the barn. We found Alex’s phone here, too, and Will isn’t answering his phone.”
I held my breath, waiting and praying. I watched Lex slipping on her boots. She slowly stood up, and we stared at each other.
“Oh, okay. Well, let Alex know her dad has her phone, will you? Y’all don’t stay out too late. Okay, have fun, and be careful.”
I slowly looked toward the stairs and then around the loft. Where could we hide if they decide to come up here?
“Luke said Will and Alex are with them in town. Guess they all decided to go play miniature golf.”
“Will’s truck is gone, so it makes sense,” my father said.
I quickly pulled out my phone and sent Libby a text.
Me: Libby, I need you to pick me and Lex up, but take the old dirt road and meet us behind the barn at Grams and Gramps’s place.
Libby: Why? I’m busy.