It Was A Wednesday Chap. 4

When we got to the hospital waiting room I sat as far away from Jason as I could. The man we-sorry, I-, had found was rushed straight to one of the emergency rooms. I’d had no idea who he was, but the town was small enough that the nurses and police officers all recognised him as Mr. Doyle, who owns the post office

Jason hadn’t spoken to me since he picked me up on my way to school… an hour and a half ago! He definitely had nerve. He just sat there, while a man lay possibly DYING for all we knew. He drove me to the hospital- we had to come and see if he was ok- and dint say a WORD. He was very talkative yesterday! I’d had enough.

“Jason!” He looked up, looking all innocent.

“Yes?”

“We need to talk.” He rose, and followed me out into the car park. It was cold outside, and I had left my jacket in the car, but I didn’t care, my rage was heating me up. “How DARE you treat me like this! I have feelings you know, and you seem to be doing everything in your power to ignore them! WHY were you being so nice to me yesterday, if you had no intention of being so today? Hmm? And WHAT is so wrong with you holding my hand that you have to run away!?” I demanded. Red dots were dancing behind my eyes, and everything was blurred, by tears or fury I didn’t know. I waited for an answer. I dint get one. Jason looked at me, his brown eyes pouring into my blue ones. My red dots melted away, and my heart started to beat really quickly, and…

“Why is this happening?” He yelled, and stormed off

My Doyle turned out fine, but I wasn’t. Dad left work to come and see if I was ok, and dropped me off at school in time for third period, and the hospital phoned and told them what had happened, so the school was even willing to let me off for the day, but I needed a distraction. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I couldn’t help feeling that it was me Jason had been talking about, not what happened on the way to to school. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe not.

I phoned Jason as soon as I got home.

“Hello, Jason Hatcher speaking.” He answered.

“Jason, its me. Please, please, please, tell me what t is I did wrong!” I couldn’t believe it! All Jason had done to me and I was begging! It should be him asking for forgiveness. Stupid git.

“Look, is your dad home with you?” He asked.

“Yes, he is. He’s packing,he’s staying in Leeds with a few friends for the weekend.” Hmmm, not like its any of your business.

“Oh, ok, Can I come over tomorrow then. I will explain everything. I promise.”

“What is it you cant tell me now?” I challenged.

“Nothing, Its just that…I think it would be better I told you face to face.”