Page 27 of Wreckage of Me
“Are you in?” I scream at him in distress. It’s literally a race against time. “Stop the fucker, Blake!” I don’t even realize that I’m calling Sully by his first name. I don’t think I ever have before just now.
“He changed the codes,” Sully’s eyes look wild in his face. They move from me to Devereaux, then back, with a short detour to Puck.
“What do you mean he changed the codes?” I grab his cell phone and see the timer on the explosives has been deployed. “What’s the fuckin’ code?”
“Four-two-six-three.”
I punch the code in, and get a recorded voice message,Incorrect Code. Please Try Again. Two tries remaining.
“What the fuck?!” I try again. I get the same message, except that now it tells me I only have one try remaining. “Are you sure that’s the correct code?”
“That’s the same I got from Shortie,” Malone’s deep voice calls from the side. I almost forgot he was in the room with us. I don’t even know what Devereaux is doing. I don’t care either.
“What the fuck did you do, Shortie?” I mumble to myself, wrecking my brains and trying to come up with something, anything, as long as we put a stop to this.
The robot on the app is counting down now. We are running out of time.
Twenty.
Nineteen.
Eighteen.
“Why the fuck would he do this?” Puck is almost in tears. “Over fuckin’ Sugar of all people. What the fuck!” He starts pacing, his eyes staying on the screen, looking white as a sheet. “Don’t fuckin’ do it, Shortie!” he stops to yell at the screen.
“Ten,” the robotic voice calls from the phone.
We all watch helplessly, knowing there’s nothing we can do to put a stop to any of this.
Three.
Two.
Right before it calls for one, I watch in sick fascination Shortie’s eyes finding the camera he personally planted inside the clubhouse for us to be able to watch in there. He gives us a sad smile and a thumbs up.
One.
Boom.
Game over.
10
Becca
“Dr. Nolan askedme about you today,” Emily pops out of nowhere just as I’m about to slam the door to my locker shut. I am getting off a twelve-our shift, and all I want right now is to drop in my bed.
“Oh,” is all I say, making Emily give me a very disappointed face.
“Becca, half the nursing staff would stab your left eyeball if they knew he was interested in you,” she chastises me.
“He’s interested in me?” my eyebrows go up in surprise. I bend over and grab my duffle bag, then throw it over my shoulder and start walking toward the exit of our locker room.
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“No,” I drag the word out. “You said he asked about me, not that he was interested in me.” I chuckle when she playfully shoves me into the wall.
“He was asking about you like he was interested,” she breaks it down for me. “He wanted to know if you had a boyfriend…”
