Right there and then, I thought about bailing out. Never mind what I owed Shane, never mind the good scores we’d had: just put down that medicine bottle, turn around, and leave. Shane was worse than I’d ever seen him; for the first time, I worried that it was more than just a mean streak.
But I stayed. I was afraid he’d kill me if I split now, but that wasn’t the reason, or at least not the only reason. I thought maybe if I went along, I could, I don’t know, keep him from going too far. But that wasn’t the real reason either.
It was like we were driving towards a bigass thunderstorm together, and it would be the worst storm of my life, and I knew lightning would strike the car, or a tree would squash it, or we’d be washed away by a flash flood. There was terrible danger under those black clouds. But there would be truth inside the storm as well, you know?
I had to see that truth.