Indigo Ice - A Post-Apocalyptic Novel (The Red Sky Series Book 5) by Kellee L. Greene

Author:Kellee L. Greene [Greene, Kellee L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-15T22:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

I wished there would have been more time to say goodbye. Nick had packed their things and they were gone before the sun was fully over the horizon.

Carol Ann wore a huge smile. She wasn’t in her rocking chair like I had expected… she was up and about dusting and polishing every bit of wood inside the house.

“He loves a clean house,” she said as she zipped by me for the thirty-seventh time. It was like she expected Dick to come back at any moment.

Molly hadn’t come down to say goodbye when the guys were at the door. Christian hadn’t bothered to come down either but then, I wasn’t even sure if Christian had any idea what was even going on.

I could still see Bronx looking at me with a smile before he walked out of the door. The image stayed in my head and I worried it was the last time I’d ever see him.

Maybe they were doing the right thing. Perhaps Carol Ann would see that even if they didn’t find Dick, they had tried. That act certainly would count for something. I had to tell myself over and over again that what they were doing was for the best.

But still, I wished they wouldn’t have left. My stomach had a sourness that felt like it was bubbling up and getting stuck at the back of my throat. The taste was acidic and it felt like it was burning a hole through the front of my neck.

I exhaled as I stood. I would have excused myself from the room but Carol Ann hadn’t even seemed to notice I was still there.

The stairs were silent as I walked up them slowly placing my weight on each step. I could hear Molly’s sniffs. She was still upset.

I stopped in front of her cracked open door. My hand moved up to push it open but then I let it fall back down to my side. It was better to just give her time.

Christian started coughing and I moved across the hall. I walked into Christian’s room without bothering to knock.

He was lying on his side. His lips were dry and cracked.

“Water,” Christian moaned. “I need water.”

There was a glass half-full on the nightstand from the last time I’d brought him a drink. I picked it up and helped him take a drink.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Like shit,” Christian said flatly. He’d taken such a small sip it hadn’t done much more than wet his lips.

“Drink more,” I urged. His skin was frighteningly pale.

He shook his head but it barely moved because of the pillow. “Later. I feel sick. I need to sleep.”

“Okay,” I said adjusting the blanket to cover up to his shoulder. I took a step toward the door and the bed springs creaked.

“Please,” Christian said his voice hoarse. “Stay with me. I don’t want to die alone.”

I shook my head. “You’re not going to die.”

“It feels like I might.”

“You won’t,” I said forcing myself to smile at him. It was hard to do knowing that he was the reason he was going through everything.

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