#Chapter 182 – Escape

Frankie and I drive for a long, long time. As soon as the adrenaline of leaving the Romano family home leaves my system I immediately begin to feel ill again, the affects of…whatever Elio gave me still ravaging my system. Frankie gives me a water bottle from the back seat and apologizes that he doesn’t have any food – god, when’s the last time that I ate? He promises to get me a meal as soon as he can. I just nod, and close my eyes, and curl up as best as I am able with the water bottle clutched in my hands, letting my body heal itself. I drift in and out of sleep and Frankie has to pull over twice so I can vomit by the side of the road – not much comes up, I’m empty, after all – and by the time I come back to myself enough to fully pay attention to my surroundings the sun is well up. I don’t say anything, taking small sips of the water and wishing desperately for the opportunity to brush my teeth. Frankie doesn’t say anything either – not a word until he slows his car in what l