Drift (Drift Series)

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the gigantic fence line that separated the valley from the noisy party still going on in the front of the house. I released my hold on Shade and placed her shaking legs back upon the sturdy ground.
    “Look, he won’t hurt you now. I won’t let him, but you must walk along the fence -line and re-enter the party. Waste no time getting back to your friends and drawing attention to yourself. Leave this house as soon as possible; don’t stay alone. Get help. Darryl is still up there, but you’ll be fine if you do what I say. Got it?” She acknowledged she understood with a shake of her head.
    “Good. Now go.” I drifted backwards into the sky.
    Shade moved along the fence then, like she hit a brick wall, stopped and turned around, only to find I was gone. I flew off into the night, fleeing the scene.
    “Thank…thank you,” she said , then quickly jogged back to the safety of the party.
    In moments, I was sitting in my car at the bottom of the driveway. I halted a minute, unable to move. What had just happened? Had I really just saved Shade’s life instead of allowing Darryl to kill her? What would happen to me now that I stopped Christian from gaining Darryl’s soul because he didn’t commit the act of murder? Saving Shade wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to die. “Should I go home, ditch the ride , and come back to make certain Shade will be all right?” If I did come back, I could hide way up in the trees and overlook the scene.
    No matter what I decided to do when I returned home, I needed to vacate the area now because I was beginning to see nervous teens quickly trotting down the driveway. There was nothing I could do to take back what I did on this night. So, doing the only thing I could think of for the time being, I took off.
    While pulling away, I realized the passenger seat was empty. I stopped the car, debating whether I should go back and pick up the well-buzzed Scruffy. But, I knew he would find a ride home with other friends. I started moving again, hoping to call it an evening on a very stressful night out.
    At home, I got out of my car and closed the door. Just as I moved forward, Shadow rubbed against my feet. He was happy to see me, but he was also letting me know he was hungry. I picked him up and petted him.
    “C’mon boy, let’s get you something to eat.”
    I placed him back on the ground. He followed me with a hop in his steps. Like so many times before, I brought his food to our thinking tree and fed him. I sat, on yet another branch on this particular night, at least this time it was one that I was quite familiar with, unlike before, and contemplated on my coming consequences for my actions.
    While sitting alone with my thoughts, listening to the cat food being crunched between Shadow’s greedy teeth, something caught my attention in town. The faint sound of emergency sirens and the distinct sight of spinning red and blue police lights racing along the main road. The lights occasionally disappeared between trees and buildings, but it looked as if they were headed towards Darryl’s. It seemed as if the fallout was beginning to unfold. Shade and her friends must have contacted the authorities.
    I had the urge to satisfy my curiosity, plus I wanted to know Shade was being properly cared for. So, I decided to return to the party, I shot out in the direction of Darryl’s home, leaving a startled Shadow behind me. In a matter of seconds, I was back, perched at the top of the tallest tree.
    A slew of cops and an ambulance showed up. I was relieved to see she was safe, as I could see her sitting just outside of the back of the ambulance. While Shade was receiving medical attention, the police went inside the house. I jumped from place to place, trying to find out exactly what was going on. Apparently, they were having trouble finding Darryl. This triggered an all-out search. I heard them talking about how they knew he couldn’t have gotten too far because he was on foot. His banged

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