“Oh my God, I love it! Take me for a drive?” I dart over on my rubber legs and lean against the driver’s side window. The glass is cool under my splayed fingers. A shiver ripples through me, making my mind hazy. But I shake it off.
Who was it? I push the question down.
“C’mon,” I grab Bear’s hand. “I want to smell the new car smell.”
He obliges me, of course. Half an hour later, he runs off the road, onto a grassy shoulder, moaning as I make us both feel better with his dick stuffed in my mouth.
FIFTEEN
Gwenna
By the time we get back to Barrett’s house, I’m ready to hear more about the attack. Did they see the man on camera? (No). Did they find footprints? (Just one. Shoe size 10). Have there been any other attacks or any suspicious people in the area? (No). Was it for sure a syringe or a dart that went into my neck? (A mini dart gun thing). What was the medicine? (A fast-acting sedative called Haloperidol). Who the hell was it? What if they come back?
I swallow both questions, and Barrett seems to read my mind.
“I think the police asked you. Do you remember what you told them?”
“About what?” I ask.
“Who it might be.”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know either. I wasn’t in the room with you. Do you want to call the station and see if they recorded it?”
I shake my head again. “I can just think of it again. Who would it be? Someone relating to the bears maybe. Sometimes enviro people get weird about bear places.” I swallow. That’s not what I really think, but I’m not sure I want to talk about what I think.
Barrett squeezes my leg under the table. “Can you think of anything else?”
I swallow hard. Again. Finally, I force myself to look at him. “Maybe,” I whisper.
“What?”
I shiver. “The person.”
“What person?”
“Where am I, Daddy?”
“Oh my God.” My mother’s voice.
“The one who hit me.”
“You mean the driver from the accident.”
I nod. “They never found him.”
“What do you mean, found?”
“He just…took off.”
“He?” Barrett’s eyes are wide.
“It could have been a female. I just think of it as a male.” My eyes fill up with tears.
“What’s wrong, Gwennie?”
“I just wonder if the person keeps track of me. If they know where I am. Is that crazy?”