Sober Faith by Stephanie Perry Moore

Sober Faith by Stephanie Perry Moore

Author:Stephanie Perry Moore [Moore, Stephanie Perry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-57567-778-1
Publisher: Moody Publishers
Published: 2000-09-15T00:00:00+00:00


8

Crashing Downhill

Inside I felt numb. I didn’t know what to think. This was pretty scary, but surely it couldn’t be true.

Rushing out of Rain’s house, my mind wasn’t with me. I turned around and slammed straight into the door. It wasn’t just a slight bump; it was a big one. One that hurt dramatically. Rain had already grabbed her keys and got in her car, and so had Dymond. After I had slightly stopped hurting, I rushed out as well. Why we all got in three different cars was absolutely beyond me, but we did anyway.

I pulled out of the driveway and waited for Dymond to lead. Rain pulled out of her driveway the same time Dy pulled forward. Rain slammed into the front of Dymond’s car. They were both moving at the same time. No one was hurt, but it further depressed us. We didn’t even have time to see the damage of their cars. They just parked, got out and got in the car with me.

“Ya’ll think she’s OK?” I asked as we drove a little farther out of the neighborhood.

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” Dymond said hastily. “But I know that she didn’t sound good, and anything could be happening. I think she was drinkin’”

Rain was looking out the window with not a word to say.

“Now, I know you ain’t still mad at me,” I quizzed in disbelief. “There’s a lot going on with our friend. We need to at least come together and put our differences aside, so that we can try and find Lynzi.”

“Oh, so now you trying to use what’s going on with our friend to make our friendship work? I don’t even think so. It’s not that simple, Payton.”

Dymond entered the conversation and said, “Maybe she’s right, Rain.”

“Nahh, don’t try and tell her I’m right, Dymond. She got an attitude, then she can get out of my car and walk. Shoot, I don’t have time for this drama either.”

I stopped the car, pulled the car over and said, “Get out! Get out!”

“Fine,” she stood up and slammed my door.

Boy, did I want to hit her. Rain started to walk away. I didn’t care at that point. I was too angry to beg somebody to come back. As I started to take off and drive right past her, Dymond opened the car door.

“What are you doing?” I said. “It’s dangerous.”

“I’m sick of the two of ya’ll. Stop the car. I’m sick of the two of yall.”

I stopped, not because I wanted to, but because if I didn’t I’d probably run over Dymond. At that point, it seemed Dymond was the only one who cared about keeping our friendship together. I was through with it all. I had reached the boiling point. I noticed Rain continued to walk back to her house. She didn’t care about us being of one accord either. Dymond went over to her, pulled her arm, and pushed her into the backseat of my Jeep. I was happy when the cell phone rang.



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