Gone (Gone #1)(64)

"Retard," Drake said. "Say, 'My brother is a retard.'"

Astrid didn't trust herself to speak. She was choking back tears. She wanted to believe she was brave, but now, with the thug inches away from her, she knew that she was not.

"My, Brother. Come on, say it with me. My. Say it."

The slap was so quick, she barely registered his hand moving. Her face burned-

"Say it My., *

"My," she whispered.

"Louder* I want the little retard to hear it. My brother is a retard"

The second slap was so hard,shea!most tell from the chain

"You can say it while your face is still pretty, or you can say it after I've smashed it in—your choxe. My brother is a retard "

"My brother is a retard," Astrid said, her voice shaking.

Drake laughed delightedly and crossed to Little Pete, who had looked up from his video game and seemed almost to register what was happening. Drake put his face into Little Pete's space and with one hand yanked Astrid by the hair so that her mouth was close to Little Pete's ear and said, "One more time, nice and loud" He pushed Astrid's face against the side of Little Pete's head and ydled, "My brother is—*

And Astrid fell back on her bed.

Her bed. Her bedroom.

Little Pete was in the window seat, cross-legged on the bench, video game in his hand.

Astrid knew immediately what had happened. But it was still impossibly disorienting. One second in the school, the next in her room.

She couldn't look at him. Her face burned from the slaps, but even more from shame. "Thanks, Petey," she whispered.

Ore dragged Sam from the gym into the weight room.

Howard looked around, considering what he should do.

"Howard, man, you can't be down with this" Sam pleaded. "You can't be okay with Caine kiting Astrid and Little Pete. Ore, even you can't be okay with this. You didn't mean to kill Bette. This is way over the line."

"Yeah, it is over the line," Howard admitted, preoccupied, his mouth twisted quizzically to one side.

"You have to help me. Let me go after Drake "

"I don't think so, Sammy See, I've seen what kind of stuff Drake can do. And we've both seen what kind of stuff Caine can do" To Ore, Howard said, * Let's put him here on this bench. Faceup. We'll tie his legs to the upright here"

Ore lifted Sam and slammed him down onto the weight bench.

"Ore, this is going to be cold-blooded murder" Sam said.

"Not me, man "Ore said. "I'm just tying you up"

"Drake is going to murder Astrid. She helped you get through math. You can stop this,Ore"

"She wasn't supposed to tell anyone about that," Ore grumbled."Anyway, no more malh class"

They used rope to lash his ankles to the legs of the bench. They tied another rope around his waist.

"Okay, now here's the good part" Howard said. "We load some weigh! on the bar. We lie Sam's hands to the bar and lower it down on the slide, right? He'll be busy keeping the bar up off his neck"

Ore was slow to understand, so Howard showed him. Then Ore piled weight plates onto the bar.

"What can you bench-press. Sam?" Howard asked. "I'd say put on two forty-fives on each end, right? With the bar, that makes it two hundred pounds"

"No way he presses two hundred " Ore opined.

"I think you're right, Ore. I think he's going to be busy just keeping that bar from choking hin:"

"This isn't right, Howard," Sam said, "You know it isn't right. You don't do stuff like this, either of you. You're bullies, you're not cold-blooded killers"

Howard sighed. "Sammy, it's a whole different world, haven't you noticed? It's the FAYZ, man *

Ore lowered the weight. The bar rested on Sam's bound wrists, which pressed down against his Adam's apple. He pushed upward with all his strength, but on his best day he couldn't lift two hundred pounds. All he could do was keep up enough upward pressure to keep breathing.

Ore laughed and said, "Come on, man, we better get back to Caine before we miss more fan.*

Howard followed Ore but paused at the door. "It's kind of weird, Sam. That first night, man, I thought, "old School Bus Sam, he's going to be running things soon if we don't look out.' Everyone was looking to you. You know that. But no, you were too cool to play it that way. Off you go without a word to anyone, off with Astrid He laughed, "Of course, she is hot, isn't she? And now Caine's running ihe FAYZ and Drake's going to take out your girlfriend."

Sam struggled against the weight, but there was no way to lift it. Even if he'd had a good angle on it, he could not have hefted it.

But Howard* for all his cleverness, had overlooked one thing: in this position, Sam could reach the Mylar with his teeth.

He tried to rip at the tabric, tut it was slow work and he had no time. He had no doubt that Little Pete had teleported himself and Astrid to their home. Drake would find them there.

Sam tried to get the Mylar between his teeth, but it was slippery and tough. And when tw focused on that, he lost focus on keeping the weight off his neck.

The bar pressed his knuckles into his throat. He pushed upward, but already his arms were cramping. His muscles were weakening.