Page 37 of Inbetweeners
“But what if I go to Hell? I’d rather stay here.”
The three of them left the house and headed back towards the car.
“Wow,” Phoenix suddenly gasped. “Harry, get across the road and check to see if that guy sitting on the bench is okay or not.”
“Right! I’m on it!”
As Harry hurried across the road, Phoenix grabbed Emmett’s arm and dragged him to the car. As they drove away, Emmett saw Harry standing on the pavement watching them go.
“That was mean,” Emmett said.
“And you didn’t want to get rid of him?”
“Not like that. He’s dead. We’re supposed to be encouraging him to move on. What if whoever is behind all this gets hold of him?”
“They’ll dump him because he’ll drive them mad.”
“So if people drive you mad, it’s okay to dump them?”
Phoenix didn’t answer.Wise of him.
Emmett took a deep breath. He really wanted to throw up but he was tired of looking so weak. He was also aware that they’d made a mistake. They should have asked Malcolm who'd killed him.
