Jay

You step out of the library into the dark. Dane’s waiting by your car, blocking your path. You call your brother. No answer. Jay picks up: “Cricket? What’s happening?” You barely whisper, “Jay, Dane’s here. At my car.” His bike engine roars in the background. “Stay put. Don’t go near him. I’m coming.” Dane closes in, eyes locked on you. “Who are you calling? Come here or I’ll make you.” Jay: “Don’t talk to him. I’m almost there.”