Washed Away by Jess Wygle (first e reader TXT) 📕

point, the standing water was inching up my calf and I had to work to stand my ground against the current.  I tried to look around to see where I was, but I couldn’t see anything.  Even with the headlights on, the rain created a thick wall around them and the car.

 

“C’mon man, this is stupid.  Just check me and you’ll see, I ain’t got nothing,” I pushed, growing frustrated.

 

“That's not the point, Ty,” Dave said dazedly. 

 

"Dave, you're a man of God.  C'mon, think about this.  Just stop."

 

With a slight tick of his head, Dave grimaced.  "I'll be forgiven."  He gently squeezed the trigger.  The round strikes me in the shoulder and I fly backward, knocking into the hood of the car then rolling to the ground.  As I gasp in surprise, I nearly drown in the accumulated rain water.  The grimy water fills my mouth and I choke, coughing and spitting out the water.

 

“What the fuck,” I shout, working to pull myself out of the flood waters and upright.

 

Dave was standing over me now.  “I told you,” he said in a barely audible voice.  “I told you I’d do anything.”

 

“What?”

 

Dave fires three more rounds.  Out of breath, Dave swallows hard before returning to the car.  He knows that the area was known for flooding and the body would be washed into the lake.  It would be a long time before it would be discovered, if at all.

 

Fleeing the area, Dave returns the way he came when his cell phone rings.

 

“Where are you?” Dave’s wife cries hysterically on the other end.  “You need to get here.  We need you.  I need you.  I can’t do this on my own.  Oh my God, our baby.  Our baby is gone.  They say he was shot outside his apartment, just right outside in the parking lot.  Nobody saw what happened, at least they’re not telling the police if they saw anything.  Why weren’t you there?  Why weren’t you with him?  Please, just get here.”

 

Dave hangs up the phone.  His wife thought their son died alone, but Dave had been there with him.  Dave saw their son in an argument with a stranger in the parking lot, but before Dave could approach them both, the shots rang out and his son was gone.

 

A father would do anything for his son, even if that meant jumping into his car, chasing down an unknown armed murderer, and coaxing the shooter into the car.  Even if that meant killing another person and washing away the evidence.  Even if that meant taking justice into his own hands.  After all, you can’t count on anybody but yourself.

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Text: Jess Wygle
Images: Google Images
Publication Date: 02-27-2014

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