Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Luke’s Point of View

‘Hey, can you come and help me clean up the shed?’ I asked Michael taking a swig of my beer. There wasn’t much that needed to be cleaned up, at least, I didn’t think so, but maybe I could persuade Michael to talk to me about whatever it was that was clearly on his mind.

Maybe if we were somewhere more private, he would be more inclined to talk. In this house, the saying ‘’the walls have ears’’ was all too literal. With nothing more than a simple ‘’hmmm’’, Mike downed his beer in one and got to his feet.

‘Sure, why not. Got nothing else to do’. He mumbled and headed towards the kitchen. I just followed him. Ok, Something was really wrong with him, but what?

Walking into the shed, I flipped the light on and Michael followed, He cringed at the sight of the vomit on the floor. Oh, shit, yeah, I have to clean that up, greatttt. Damon would have a hissy fit if he saw it. This was his ‘’special room’’. He lets us use it on the condition that we clean