Page 100 of Depraved Boys

“We’re not going to your old house,” said Sebastian.

“Where are you taking me, then?”

“The hideout,” said Leopold. “You need a few days to recuperate, and we’re going to be the ones to take care of you.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” I muttered. “What about Christmas and New Year’s Eve?”

“You’ll spend it with us.”

I stared at the backs of their heads. “At the hideout?”

Leopold snickered. “Certainly not at my house.”

“Or at the academy,” added Sebastian.

I shook my head, watching the fields whizz by through the window. With each passing second, we moved further and further away from Mom and Dad’s house.

A lump formed in my throat. This would be the first Christmas I would spend without them. Uncle Trevor would probably ask Aunt Hortense where I had gone. Would she tell the truth or twist things so it looked like I’d run off with a pair of handsome rogues?

Clutching my possessions to my chest, I asked, “What about my medication?”

“You’re holding it.” Leopold twisted in his seat. “And there’s plenty of drinking water at the hideout.”

My shoulders slumped. “I’m not sure what to do.”

“You have sixteen days to piece together your memories,” said Leopold. “Let’s take things a day at a time. Focus on getting better, clear your head. Maybe the fresh air, good food, and all the hard cock you’ll get over the next couple of weeks will restore you to peak health.”

I raised my head. “What did you say?”

“Just checking your mental reflexes.” He flashed me a grin. “I would have worried if you weren’t excited at the prospect of what’s to cum.”

My eyes narrowed. Was that a double-entendre, or had I misheard him?

“Joking apart,” said Sebastian. “You need somewhere quiet where you can focus on getting better and remembering who shoved you over that mountain.”

My stomach twisted. “Are you alright? You seem a little melancholy.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Just thinking about that night.”

He drove down the highway, which bisected swathes of frost-covered countryside. A long sigh heaved out of my lungs. Had I offended him on that Monday? From the way he often avoided my gaze, I guessed the answer was yes. Whatever I might have said couldn’t have been too bad, because Sebastian still wanted to spend time with me, and Leopold was friendlier than ever.

“What’s the last thing you saw me doing?” I asked. Perhaps he would hint at what had caused this new rift.

Nobody answered for a while, and then Leopold nudged Sebastian.

“I walked you to Kash’s room,” said Sebastian. “He was going to patch up your injuries.”

“Where is he?”

The two boys exchanged suspicious looks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“He went to India,” Sebastian blurted.

“Oh.” My insides deflated. I wasn’t sure why because it wasn’t as though we ever spoke to each other much. These days, he barely exchanged words with me in Advanced Calculus, not even to remind me that I should leave Brittas Academy.

Another silence stretched out. This one felt longer than the highway. “Did I say something to offend you on Monday night?”