I run into the home and get stopped when Marco seems from the eating room. “Damien, what’s troubling you?”

“Is Clark right here? Have you ever seen him at present?”

He shakes his head frantically. “No. Clark hasn’t been right here for a very long time. What’s taking place?”

I run again out entrance and meet Clay and Caleb as they arrive again from the aspect of the home.

“He’s not right here.” I kick on the stones and mud flies up. “Now what?”

Caleb walks away from us on his cell, and I go searching the entire space. None of this feels proper. One thing is critically off.

“Chris has acquired one thing. He’s sending me the final textual content message Clark obtained. His final telephone name made was to Colton, however it went to voicemail.”

Caleb’s cell dings, and he holds it out for me to see. “Does it ring any bells?” asks Clay.

“The pavilion. Fuck!”

I run as quick as my ft can take me. The blood coursing by my veins is ice chilly, and the concern of what we may face on the pavilion is overtaking each rational thought.

I can hear Caleb and Clay working after me. I run by the bushes and see Clark’s automobile parked on the entrance to the lane that runs alongside the pavilion. I can see nobody is contained in the automobile, however I run my hand over the hood and it’s somewhat heat.

“We have to strategy with care. We may very well be strolling right into a entice,” says Clay.

I don’t say something. I run down the lane and onto the pavilion. I see nothing. The again of the bandstand is in my imaginative and prescient, however it appears to be like empty. I dash in direction of it, and as I get nearer, I can see one thing mendacity in entrance of the bandstand.

“Clark!” I yell.

I decelerate as I strategy the physique on the bottom. Seeing the blood, the pale complexion of my brother, I fall to my knees. I don’t know what to do. It’s solely when Caleb drops to his knees reverse me that I snap out of it.

Caleb checks for a pulse. “There’s a faint pulse. Name 911, rapidly!”

“On it,” says Clay.

“What did he do to you, buddy? Come on. You’ll be able to’t quit now, Clark. Kally wants you. I want you. All of us want you. We will’t do that with out you.” Tears fall down my face and I don’t even attempt to cowl it up. I pull Clark’s head into my chest and maintain him tightly.

Clark and I’ve at all times been greater than brothers. We’re greatest associates. We went to the identical events, confided in one another over ladies, teenage issues, and our household. I can’t lose him now. I would like him to have the life he deserves, not succumb to the psycho conduct of our so-called brother.

“He’ll be okay, proper?” I ask Caleb.

Caleb reaches over and squeezed my arm. “He wants correct medical care, Damien. I can’t say what’s going to occur, and I don’t wish to make you a promise I don’t know if I can hold.”

My head falls and my chin hits Clark’s head. I don’t wish to have to inform Nancy and Kally that Clark is at loss of life’s doorways, or worse. This can crucify them each. Colton knew precisely what he was doing. He’s prompted extra hurt to everybody by hurting Clark. Clark is our anchor. With out him, I shudder to assume what’s going to occur.

The sirens within the background echo round us, however it looks as if they’re taking eternally to get right here. Every thing is in sluggish movement.

“Come on. Let the paramedics work, buddy.”

I’m unsure which brother helps me to my ft, however my entire physique feels heavy.

“Please be okay,” I pray to whoever is listening to me. I’m not even spiritual.

Please be okay, Clark.

Chapter 32

Kally

I’ve tried Clark’s quantity a number of instances. I’ve referred to as Caleb extra instances than I can rely. I’ve even referred to as the home, however nobody is answering me. One thing is incorrect. I tempo backwards and forwards, biting my nails. I really feel helpless right here, and I should be with my household. Placing my ft into my sneakers, I seize my jacket and go away my room. I don’t get 4 ft when two nurses strategy me. I don’t know them, however they clearly know what I’m planning.

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