I.C.E. - Part 4

We watch as a car pulls into the backyard of his sister’s house. I continue to press him. “Drake, you’re high and you’re frightening me. Please, get out of my car!” I can feel the fear gripping me tighter, pushing me to scream in panic. I control the urge.

Drake’s rocking slows, he frowns as he says, “Don’t you dare try to embarrass me in front of my family! I’m not going anywhere.” His menacing scowls continue to feed my fear. He does appear to have more awareness now. Is that good or bad? I ask myself.

I watch as his sister, I assume, and her three kids get out of the car and take groceries in the house. After they are all inside, I decide I will make one final sane try to get him out of my car.

“Drake, I’m sorry but I’m too upset to go out with you tonight,” I say as sweetly as my fright will allow. “I promise, we can do this another time,” I say, as I reach for and clasp his continually moving hand. He becomes less agitated.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m not feeling as up as I could. I did a little free-base and some weed just before you picked me up. Maybe this one didn’t mellow out right. I’ll call you later.”

He gets out of the car, fixes his pants, and staggers toward the house.

I immediately crank up the car and turn around in the vacant lot beside the house, as quickly as I can. I keep glancing in Drake’s direction to make sure he has not doubled back and is near the car. Then, I turn out of the driveway into traffic.

To be continued ...
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