Chapter Ten

“So do you think this is gonna work?”

“It has to,” said Helena, looking out the window at the scenery they passed, “Oh Ali..I mean Lucy, you missed your turn.”

Lucy ignored Helena and kept driving.  The other girls shared a look but said nothing.

“Did you hear me?” asked Helena, “You were supposed to make a left at that last light.”

Randy’s shoulders fell and she turned around in her seat to face both Helena and Kenny.

“Ken, you’ve been acting off lately. All of this talk about alternate realities and what not. I wouldn’t be your friend if I didn’t try to help you. Both of you”

“What are you saying Randy?”

“We’re taking you to St. Francis,” said Randy, “They can help you there.”

“The mental hospital,” said Helena, incredulous.

“Oh hell no,” said Kenny, “Lucy, you stop this car right now.”

Lucy looked at him in through the rear-view mirror but did nothing. The situation was winding out of control for Kenny. He had to figure out how to get the upper hand again.

“Well, that’s just fine,” said Kenny, relaxing back into his seat, “I can handle that. No one’s gonna think I’m crazy anyway.”

“I don’t know about that,” muttered Lucy.

“Lucy, stop that,” scolded Alex.

“Even if they do keep me. I’ll be better off than being with the lot of you and crazy rifle guy,” as he spoke Kenny inched closer to the car door, making sure that Helena followed his lead. “Not to mention Officer Crane a.k.a. my girlfriend,” he scoffed. “Dana’s gay for crying out loud!  And so are you Shane or Jake or whatever you want to call yourself.”  They approached a red light.  Kenny kept talking, paying careful attention to the traffic light. “And Randy and Alex. Wow, talk about a stretch…NOT. Although I’ll take Bette and Tina over you two any day. The pink hair is strange auntie but you’ve done strang…GO!” he yelled as the light turned green.  Helena opened the van door and jumped out of the back just as the van was beginning to take off, Kenny right on her tail

They weaved through the traffic until they made it to the safety of the sidewalk.

“Fuck,” she said, breathing heavily, “that was close.”

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her arm a little more forcibly than he meant to, “We have to keep moving.”

“Where are we?”

“The library. Is that anywhere near your psychic’s place?”

“Yeah,” said Helena, “We’ve got to make it there before they do.”