Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 19 Bill's voice was downcast when he reported to Davis, "I can't get through on my cell phone. All the lines are busy." He sounded close to tears as he reported this to Davis. "Prob'ly this damn storm," Davis tossed over his shoulder between breaths. He rolled his shoulders, hoping to relieve some of the pain and stress he felt. "Lots of accidents in this kind of weather." Davis could feel the growing frustration in Bill. No matter what ill thoughts he'd harbored towards Bill in the beginning, once he had placed a name and personality with the faceless and nameless "reporter," he had realized he liked Bill very much. Davis stepped back and offered the tire iron to Bill. "You just need to knock all of the glass inside so that we won't get cut," he said. "I broke it, you finish." Bill frowned and then laughed. "Whoever this lady is...I sure hope she doesn't mind that we broke her window!" He used the edge of the tire iron to scrape the glass shards away from the inside of the frame and, tossing the tire iron to the ground, he reached inside and unlocked the door. He tried to open the door that way but it wouldn't budge. So he then stuck his head inside after carefully checking to make sure every shard was gone. He suddenly pulled back and stammered, "The kids, Mister Jackson, the kids, they're not breathing!" Davis felt his world get heavier. "Are you sure, Bill, are you sure?" He shoved Bill aside and popped his own head in the car. "Oh...fuck...." he said. He pulled his head out and leaned wearily against the car, feeling like all hope was gone. 22:14 - 11.06.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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