046. Back


Looking over my shoulder, my chest is heaving, my hands are shaking...

I wonder...

I should go back...

I can't believe it, I can't believe I left that kid back there, hit by a car!

Who was he, anyway?

I mean he just came out of nowhere. Hill Valley's a small place, everyone knows everyone and I'd never seen that guy in my entire life.

He dresses like a complete weirdo as well...I mean a life preserver? Hill Valley's almost a hundred miles from the coast! Where does he come from?

And why was he following me? Was he spying on me or something? Not that I'm one to talk, considering what I'd been doing up in that tree...

I stop walking, I really need to go back, I mean he pushed me out of the way of that car and everything... but I can't...how much trouble will I be in? I'm pretty sure I recognise the man driving the car, he's Lorraine Baines' father, what was I going to say if he asked me what I'd been doing in the middle of the road? I'm the worst liar.

You're also the worst coward. A voice inside me says.

My shoulders slumping, I know it's true. After all what sort of person leaves someone hit by a car in the middle of the street like that? My father wouldn't do that and he's no example of bravery. Grandpa would be spitting if he knew...

I lean my bike against a tree and turn back around, I can still see the turquoise car in the distance, but now another person is out there, a heavily pregnant woman...Lorraine's mother I realise. She bends over and takes hold of the stranger's legs and together she and Lorraine's father slowly move the boy towards their house.

Oh great, I'm so much of a coward I'm letting some poor pregnant woman risk her life because I don't want to face the music.

But there's still time I can run back there...I can help.

I don't move though, not even when Lorraine's mother drops the stranger's legs and rubs her back in obvious discomfort.

Lorraine's father gives a yell and two boys run out of the house, each taking hold of the stranger's legs and with that they manage to carry him to the house.

As the Baines's front door closes, I'm finally able to move.

There's still time, though, I can go up, knock on the door and confess.

But instead, I take hold of the handle bars of my bike turn my back and head home.

Coward.


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