What's He Talking About?

1188 WordsNov 23, 20155 Pages
Afraid that Tom would lash out if he made contact, Booker stood back and let Horshack take the lead. He watched as the young freshmen spoke to Tom in a calm, gentle voice, telling him he was there to help and that they were going to walk out of the Pi Tau house and get into his car. At first, Tom showed no signs that he had heard, but eventually, his eyes came back into focus, and his bottom lip started to tremble uncontrollably. “I just want to go home,” he whispered. “Please, just take me home.” Much to Booker’s annoyance, Horshack nodded his head. “Okay, Harris. If that’s what you want, I’ll drive you home.” Wiping a stray tear from his face, Tom shook his head. “It’s not Harris, it’s Hanson.” Confused by Tom’s confession, Harold turned to Booker. “What’s he talking about?” “I’ll explain later,” Booker declared in a rush of words, his eyes flitting nervously between Tom and the basement door. “We need to get out of here.” “Agreed,” Horshack replied and placing an arm around Hanson’s shoulders, he helped him to his feet. Tom clutched the towel around his waist, and it was then that Booker remembered their discarded clothing. He hurried over to the pile and picking up their jeans, boots and socks, he held them to his chest. “Let’s go,” he muttered, nervous tension building in his neck and shoulders. “I’ll feel much happier once we’re miles away from here.” Keeping a protective arm around Tom, Horshack helped him up the wooden steps. The Pi Tau house was
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