Eli and Jack left the school in the rain. It didn't matter if they got wet, did it? There were no more parents to scold them. Eli collapsed and sobbed, catching Jack off guard. “Oh my god dude! Are you okay?”
Eli shook his head violently. “No man, my parents are gone. So is my brother.” He sobbed again, laying down on the muddy sidewalk, the rain disguising his tears.
Jack grimaced. “Look, man, I know that they're,” he choked a little and gasped. “gone, but we have to move on. I don't think they're coming back anytime soon.”
Eli sucked in a deep, deep breath and stood back up, leaning heavily on his friend. “Lets go to your's.” He said.
“Yeah, yeah that's a good idea. I have to find my brother anyway.”
They started walking through the downpour toward the park. Jack lived near it, and Eli thought that maybe other people might have gathered there. The park, unsurprisingly, was empty. Everyone had gone inside to shelter from the rain. Jack was still holding his shattered hand, smiling when he spotted the trees that separated his house from them.
They crossed the road together, still hesitant and looking both ways. No cars rushed past. Jack's house was on the outskirts of a large gated neighborhood, kind of on the edge of the fence that sealed them in. His house was a modest, small home. It had to be anyway, the only people that lived there were Jack and his older brother. Their mom left them as soon as his brother could drive and cook spaghetti.
Inside Eli went straight to Jack's room and laid him down on his bed. Jack grinned and sat up as much his hand let him.
“Thanks man.” He stopped smiling. “Sorry about your family though.”
Eli wasn't listening, just staring out at the storm. “Yeah, we're brothers though.”
Jack laughed. “Sure, I'll be the adopted black kid and you can be the son that never wanted me in the family.”
Eli looked back at him and shook his head. “Dude, shut up.”
Jack pointed outside. “So what now, we just wait it out?”
Eli shrugged. “I guess so, I mean look,” he held up his hand. “I need to rest my hand, its burning like a mother-”
A pound sounded at the door. Both boy's heads snapped up. “Who's in here?” Someone called from outside.
Jack's eyes slowly shifted from the door to Eli, and he shook his head ever so slightly. The pounding got louder and louder as the boys inside the room huddled together awaiting what the world had in store for them next.
a/n - who do you think is at the door ;)
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