Chapter Mentor
Silent Runner
âWe should leave town. Just drive and leave everything behind.â I sighed dreamily.
She sighed, rolling her eyes.
âWhy are you only talking sometimes?â I asked after chuckling.
She admitted nervously.
âMakes sense its muscles you havenât used in years.â I shrugged. âIâm so sorry about tonight.â
She shook her head and shrugged. There was no self pity, no tears, no panic. It made me wonder how bad exactly her life had been, that tonight wasnât worthy of a response.
To Rileyâs request I took her home. After making sure she was feeling okay I headed to my house. It was eleven oâclock had I was exhausted. Whether because of my nightmare the night before, or how long the day had been, I just wanted to sleep.
However when I opened the door the find my aunt and uncle leaning over the dining room table talking in low whispers I knew sleep wouldnât come. When I entered they both looked up at me. Aunt Martha looked upset and uncomfortable while Uncle Theo leaned back in his chair expressionless. He was gauging my reactions I assessed before standing taller.
âWhatâs up?â I asked, forcing my voice to sound relaxed as I leaned against the door jam.
âMaybe you should sit down.â Martha offered sweetly. âDo you want some cookies?â
I shifted my gaze to my uncle who met it. Everything was silent except Martha now bustling around trying to mend what was broken with dessert.
âJanice was arrested earlier tonight.â Theo finally told me. âArmed robbery. She shot an officer trying to get away.â
I fought to hide the overwhelming mixture of pain, embarrassment, and relief that washed over me. âHowâs the cop?â
Theo shrugged, âHeâll be laid up for awhile but he will recover. He got hit in the leg. Heâs in the hospital now.â
âI want to meet him.â I asked, surprising even myself.
âWhy?â Martha asked but Theo held up a hand and nodded.
âOkay, Iâll take you there first thing in the morning.â He responded calmly.
I nodded gratefully before heading up the stairs. Martha had made my bed with fresh sheets and I fell onto my bed; barely remembering to kick off my shoes. I pulled out my phone and texted Riley before allowing myself to fall asleep.
The next morning I awoke to a knock on my door. âIf you still want a ride to the hospital you need to get up.â Theos voice called through the door.
âOkay, Iâll be right down.â I croaked rubbing a hand over my face.
Footsteps receded as I quickly got dressed. Before heading out the door I checked my phone.
Riley asked.
Knowing Riley like I did, if she mentioned it at all it wasnât slight. I wished I could fix it but I knew it would fade throughout the day.
I replied before sliding my phone in my pocket.
âYou ready?â Theo asked as I looked down the steps.
I hesitated, âActually Iâm going to drive myself. I need to do this alone.â
âOh, Ethan-â Martha started but was stopped by a glance from Theo.
âOkay, we trust you to make that decision. We are here if you need anything.â Theo nodded gravely.
Twenty minutes later I knocked on the door to the hospital room. Stiff and hesitant it took several tries before I finally followed through with it.
âCome on in.â The voice that came from inside surprised me but still I pulled open the door.
I froze when I saw a young man in the hospital bed. He had steel grey eyes and golden blonde hair. His skin was a slightly unnatural pale and the pain in his eyes was evident.
I wondered why he was hurting. When I had been shot the only time I had hurt was when I had awoken enough to demand to be taken off the pain medication.
âOh-uh. Iâm sorry I think I have the wrong room.â I said before turning towards the door.
âEthan?â The man asked, freezing me in my tracks. âYour uncle is an old friend of my dads. He called and let me know you were coming.â
âOh.â I stammered awkwardly. âYouâre not what I expected.â
He smirked bemused. âOh yeah? Howâs that?â
âYouâre young.â I shrugged feeling stupid.
He laughed out loud before wincing in pain.
âShould I go get a nurse?â I asked nervously.
âNo,â he grinned. âIâll just tell them to keep the drugs for someone who needs them. From the conversation I had earlier you and I are similar in that way.â
I sighed, finally annoyed enough to overcome my awkwardness. âWhat else did he say?â
He just shook his head grinning. âIâm Colter. Come on in, have a seat. Itâll be nice to have someone to talk to.â
I fell into the chair in the corner, my protective instinct telling me this was where I should be even though Colter seemed harmless.
âHow old are you?â I asked, wincing as my auntâs appalled expression shot through my mind.
âTwenty-seven.â He said without hesitation. âYou?â
âEightteen.â I responded just as easily.
âGraduating this year?â I nodded in response to his question. âWhat do you plan on doing next.â
I frowned. This question stumped me. I had been so focused on my mother recently I hadnât even thought about it. Before that I had just been trying to fit in.
âIâm not sure. I want to help people.â I thought of Riley, as well as my own situation. âPeople who cant help themselves. I have thought about trying for the police academyâ¦â
âWhatâs stopping you?â He asked, cocking his head to the side.
I shrugged. âI donât know. I donât really think they need someone like me.â
He chuckled. âI would beg to differ. You know how to fight well, run fast, and now know two languages. Youâre a shoe in.â
I just shook my head. He didnât understand that no matter what I did the blood in my veins belonged on the other side of the law.
He sighed, âThey donât judge by who your family is.â
I looked up shocked that he seemed to read my mind. He watched me knowingly. His intense gaze burned into me.
âShe is not your responsibility. You donât have to apologize for anything she does.â He eyed me knowingly.
âI canât believe my mother shot you and youâre here talking about career choices with me. Donât you hate me?â I asked seriously.
He laughed, then winced. âDude if you knew half my story you wouldnât be asking that. No, of course I donât hate you. Fucking parents can be more trouble then they are worth.â
I smiled hesitantly and nodded. I couldnât believe this was happening. If I was honest with myself I had no clue what I had expected from this visit, but Colter had surprised me to say the least.
âYou should train with me once Iâm back on my feet. I could help you get in and through the academy.â He offered.
âYou want to mentor me?â I asked doubtfully.
He nodded, looking deadly serious.
âYou really think I could do it?â I asked even quieter.
âI think you have already proven you can do anything you put your mind to.â He smirked.
We sat in silence for a long minute. I mulled over his words again and again, trying to find the play in words. There had to be a trick, and ulterior meaning, but I couldnât find one. After several minutes I nodded slowly.
âOkay. I mean I guess I could spare some time.â I shrugged passively.