Sirens

Laina

Feeling his pulse was enough to spur me into action. I reached around him and guided his arm out from the seat belt. Blood stained my fingers, but I didn’t care. I worked the seat belt out from around his shoulder, freeing him, and Benji asked me to help him turn Mason sideways so we could guide him out through the driver’s window.

He weighed a fucking ton.

Benji wrapped his arms under Mason’s armpits and began pulling him out of the car.

Laughter caught my ears. I looked out the passenger window to see Mark and Sid standing about ten feet away. Sid had his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing loose jeans and a white tank. His gold teeth flashed as he threw his head back and laughed. Mark jabbed him in the chest and said something they both found humorous because their laughter increased, and soon Sid was doubled over, slapping his knees and howling with hilarity.

“Bastards,” I growled.

“Laina, no,” B