The Witness [2]

(Kyle)

There’s a dent on the mailbox that wasn’t there when I left for school this morning. I’m guessing the guys showed up to stay over at the house. When I walk in, I’m right. They’re there –five of them. I can smell the smoke all the way from the entrance to the house.

Hayden is chain-smoking again. Junior is passing a bottle of vodka to Franco, who’s holding a carton of orange juice –Bill is, as always, drunk to the point where he can’t even crawl to the front door. He’s just lying there like the pathetic son of a bitch that he is. Naheem is the last guy I notice –he’s not very noticeable. He’s quite frail, physically –some new guys tend to be. Don’t be fooled by them, though. The innocent-looking ones are the most dangerous.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Franco asks me. “We were hoping to go out tonight –with you. We should’ve just gone without you.”

“Kyle, my man,” Bill slurs, “Where you been?”