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To see the powerful redeemer.
It knots my stomach to know that all these people would much rather steal a touch than to respect someone as a fellow human being. As evidenced by the hands that grab at me, the unwanted skin that touches mine, and the chanting of different names and phrases I’d rather never hear again.
Signs. Some handwritten. Some professionally done. All professing some form of love for Rex, for Mac, for the band. Wishes for marriage or just a night ….
Some company made and sold that shit.
All for the sake of being able to say they were here. They were this close. Maybe this time the band will pick one of them.
Gross.
“Goddammit! MOVE!” I take over, pulling Aurora behind me, and bulldoze forward with as much care as I’ve been shown. I knock shoulders and take an elbow to the ribs in my tirade. Sweat that’s not mine and doesn’t make sense in the cool air slicks across my skin, raising bile to the back of my throat.
We make some ground up, the entrance to the arcade getting closer by the second only for me to see that guard stand sentry there, no one going in or coming out. “Shit.”
“Another door?” Aurora whisper yells into my ear and I nod my response.
There has to be some kind of emergency exit or something, right? Employees only thing?
We push and pull and with enough effort to have me gasping for breath like I ran a marathon, we make it out of the crowd and into an alley at the side of the building with only minimal battle scars.
One of my sleeves has ripped and my hair is a hot mess. Aurora’s makeup is smeared across her face, her top twisted around her torso, hair sticking out like a halo around her pretty head.
“Jesus.”
So glad I changed.
“Right.” Aurora sucks in a shaky breath, hands on her hips. “There’s no way they let C stay in there.” She gestures around with a limp hand, her chest heaving.
“Doubtful, but this is the last place she was.” I pull out my phone to see no new messages with a quick glance. “Anything?”
“Nope.” Aurora shakes her head and pockets her device with a hand through her hair. “What now?”
“Fuck, I don’t know.” I look around the brick walls surrounding us and spot a steel door blocked by yet another obstacle.
No way we’re getting past him with all this chaos.
I need to text Rex.
C could be anywhere by now.
I whip out my phone but match my sister’s look over the device.
“I have to message him.” Backing up, I plaster myself to the cool cement wall and poise my thumbs over the open text thread.
“Fuck you mean?” My sister demands, following my actions to keep close. “Text him?”
A nod is all she gets as my thumbs fly over the screen.
Me: Where is she?
Almost instantly, the message kicks back as undelivered.
Fuck.
Service is shot with all these people trying to use data in such a concentrated area. I tap the thing to my forehead in frustration.
Think, think.
