Chapter 4: Making Amends
Jake woke slowly. He blinked his eyes open, shut them, then opened them again, trying to make things come into focus.
Where the hell was he? He didn’t recognize this room, done up in gaudy, bright primary colors of neon green and electric blue. It wasn’t in his house, that was for sure. Or anywhere else he could remember being lately. And why did his head hurt like it did that one time he and Russell and Wilson had snuck some of his dad’s whiskey out of his liquor cabinet? And why was there something cold and damp on his forehead, sending annoying trickles of water down the sides of his cheeks and into his ears?
He reached up, but a firm hand caught his. “Oh, no,” a warm voice warned him. “Leave that be. You caught yourself a hell of a whack on the hood of my ca
