Rage of Envy Rewrite Project

RoE Draft 4 Part 3a

RoE Draft 4 Pt 3a


As Linda Shelby shut the door Kristin tried to tiptoe her way to the kitchen.
“Now why would you try to avoid me, Kristin?”

Kristin sighed and turned around as Darrel came in from the kitchen. Linda Shelby had a mischievous smile on her face.

“I didn’t think you would approve of where I’ve been spending my time,” said Kristin.

“Approve of a fine young man like Darrel? Child you don’t know me very well do you.”

“If I would have known that you were Kristin’s aunt Ms. Shelby, I would have had her tell you.”

“Oh posh, as if I didn’t know.” Linda glanced at the box Darrel had set on the table. “Is this really all you need?”

“The boys are shopping in Bixby,” said Darrel. “Tyrel will be back to pick us up.”

Kristin felt someone watching them. She looked up to see a crimson hood duck out of sight of the window. She had a quick vision of bandaged hands and red curls. Ms. Shelby gave her a knowing look.

Darrel picked up the box. “We should be going.”

Kristin picked up her duffle bag and hugged her aunt. She felt Linda shove something in her jacket pocket.

“Blessed Be, my younglings. Take care of you.”


There was a light mist falling that turned into a downpour by the time they reached the edge of town. They were about to cross the main road when a patrol car turned the corner. Darrel yanked Kristin into the ditch just in time. After the patrol car passed, Kristin began to fret about the others. She darted across the road to the place where they were supposed to meet Tyrel.

“Darrel…..”

“I’m sure everyone is okay, Kristin.”

Kristin caught a glint of light from the corner of her eye. When she looked again it was the flashing of headlights. She and Darrel ran to the van.

“The boys seemed to be dawdling so I came back to get you,” said Tyrel, “I texted Mitch where I would meet them.” He drove back down a narrow path with woods on either side. They were outside of Bixby, but it was only two miles from the grocery store.

The side door of the van slid open, and Shawn jumped inside.

“What took you guys?” asked Darrel.

Shawn giggled. “We stopped at a gas station to wait out the rain.”

“Where’s Mitch?”

Dean walked up. “I don’t know but I’m definitely going to kill Shawn this time.”

“What did he do now?”

Dean spit. “He convinced some cop that we were kissing cousins.”

Shawn imitated a back woods country accent. “Yesss sir Ossifer, my cousin and I is going home. Got to get these vittles back to Ma.”

“You didn’t have to French kiss me,” said Dean.

“You didn’t.”

Shawn burst into giggles. “I had to make it look good.”

“I swore I’d kill him.”

Darrel spotted Mitch carefully making his way through the woods. When he got to the van he huffed. “These two tell you they almost got picked up?”

Darrel grinned. “Shawn had to brag.”

“I almost threw up. I swear I saw Shawn kiss Dean.”

Kristin giggled. “According to Dean it was a French kiss.”

“Ugh, I think I will be sick.”

“Let’s get back to the house,” said Tyrel. “I don’t like sitting here with pigs patrolling.” He put the van in gear and followed the dirt road. “This connects with a back road into Tunning.”