Nik lay face down on the mattress. Water blasted from the bathroom sink. When Josh saw his friend, relief turned to anger.
“Where the hell have you been?” Josh said.
Nikko didn’t stir. Josh shook him. Nik moaned.
“Jesus, Nik, wake up! We missed singing tonight.”
“Tired.” Nik rolled on his side, back to Josh.
Josh stood up. The red light on the phone blinked.
“Someone stole the guitar,” Josh said. “And the desk wants us to pay up. They’re gonna evict us.”
“No money?” Josh asked. “We should have a thousand dollars left.”
“Gone.” Nik’s hand flopped over the side of the bed.
Ice burned in Josh’s gut. He grabbed Nik by the shoulder and rolled him over. And that was when he saw the red lines streaking down his inner arm, streaks red as the popsicles they ate last summer, red as the color of blood.
Here, the 14th installment of THE RUNAWAY, a story in THE MINISTER'S WIFE, a novel under construction. Will this baby ever end? Still a ways to go... but it is going to get gritty and real, real fast.
To read the previous installment, go HERE. As always, thank you dear readers for taking time to linger here. Peace...