Rain. He said it would only take a minute. More rain. And a distant thunder. Wind. I shiver, trying to hold myself with my own arms. I feel like a rag doll, pulled in every direction.
I'm so worried, I wouldn't go back to the car if my life depended on it. He didn't look good when he was going in, and I expect nothing good out of all that. He never told me who lived in the house, and didn't want to talk about why it was necessary for us to come over. Now, I regret the fact that I haven't pushed him to tell me anything at all. Even a small piece of information would make me have some sense of peace at this moment. But I didn't want to put pressure on him, if he wasn't ready. So I have to drink my own poison now.
Another distant thunder. I really, really want us to go home already. I don't like the fact that he's been in there for at least a quarter now, and I can't go in because I swore I wouldn't step into that house. He was so frantic when he asked that of me, I couldn't really say no. It seemed as though he was going to panic if I didn't agree.
God, why is he taking so long?
Suddenly, the door slam open, and Matt storms out, not even bothered enough to close them behind himself. He jumps straight into the streams of rain, then grabs my hand.
- Why in the world are you still standing here? You're gonna catch a cold.
Then, I notice. A red silhouette on his cheek. And the fact his shirt has been ripped above his shoulder.
- What happened to you?
He only...