14 Painted Nails + Fish TailsMore Like This
It was the dead of night. We were in the back of Devin's flatbed truck.
Is it ironic that the one that shot Aiden was carrying him off to safety? I thought so.
I cradled Aiden's head in my lap, and there was a blanket slung over his tail. It was a gray blanket, except for the one stained maroon corner. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his face, his eye sockets sallow. I stroked his cheek, crooning to him as if he could hear me--the whole way there.
We pulled up to Finch's. Devin hurried from his driver's seat and came up to us. The moonlight was dim, and there were many stars. His teeth looked almost neon in the darkness.
"Hand him to me." Devin reached for Aiden. I didn't want to let him touch him, but I swallowed my pride and helped him into his bulky arms. Just another way to show off how could he? Now, of all times? I bit back my words.
Aiden looked so limp in Devin's tanned arms. I squinted back my tears and hopped out of the truck bed, my sneakers squealing on the sidewal