Chapter 8
The boys had come to a stop and were now watching him from the path. One of them, a tall boy in his mid-teens, got off his bike and took a couple of steps into the lane. Nathan took one look at the boy and threw himself onto the fence, pulling himself up onto it, every inch of his skin stinging like a bastard. When he glanced back at them they were preparing to ride away. That was something at least. Whether they told their parents or the police or the goddamned National Guard, he didn’t care. His body demanded rest and when he finally gained access to his home via the bathroom window, using the flour sack over his fist to smash it, and then to cushion his body as he slid through, he staggered into his bedroom and collapsed onto the mattress.
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