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toward the wall. He looked strangely
calm.
     
    "What the
fuck have you done?" I said with a tight voice.
     
    Despite how I
loomed over him, Justin didn't shrink away. This was a far cry from the kid I
had seen in town, the one with the awkward gait who couldn't even balance his
own shoulders. He cleared his throat. "Does it really matter, now, huh?
It’s done either way."
     
    I turned away
from him. I could feel my face getting red. I walked across the room in three
strides, picked up the GPRS and then walked back. In front of Justin, I pressed
in the 'on' button, but the screen stayed dead. Justin watched me with a bored
expression. I shook the GPRS in his face.
     
    "Tell me
what you did. Show me how to fix it."
     
    He took the
GPRS out of my hands, flipped it over and slid a finger along it. A plastic
latch started to open.
     
    "This is
the battery compartment. See how it's empty?"
     
    If I weren’t so
furious, I would have felt stupid for not checking that. "So you took
it."
     
    Justin nodded.
"Not only that," he said with pride, as though I was supposed to be
happy with what he had done, "I broke it so you can't put a fresh one in.”
     
    I could feel my
face start to burn, and I clenched my teeth. As if picking up on my cues,
Justin carried on explaining himself.  “Before you go crazy, hear me I out. I
did it to help you. I took the battery, so that way, if someone were to
find it they'd have no idea where you're going."
     
    The blood was
pounding in my ears so loud I almost couldn't hear what he was saying. I might
as well have turned the cooking stove off, because right now my face felt red
enough to start a fire. I tightened my fist and felt my skin wrap around my
knuckles. I looked at Justin and the placid smile on his lips, and suddenly I
wasn't seeing a kid anymore, I was seeing a face that I wanted to smash. How
dare he do this? Did he even realise just what he had done? Without the GPRS
route everything was ruined, because I had no idea where I was supposed to go.
Without that, without something to aim for, I was lost.
     
    I felt the vein
in my temple twitch. "Are you actually trying to get me to kill you? Do
you have a death wish? Because there are easier ways, I promise."
     
    He dropped the
GPRS to the ground. My stomach jumped at the thudding sound it made on the
wooden floor. Justin looked up at me. "I gave you a chance to say
yes."
     
    "You're
trying my patience."
     
    "I asked
you nicely to take me with you. I even brought supplies, but you're so
stubborn. You're like Moe - you don't listen to anyone but yourself."
     
    I could almost
have laughed if it didn’t feel like my throat was tightening up. "And you
think I'm going to take you with me now? I’d rather kill you," I choked
out.
     
    My shoulders
shook and there was a tension in my legs, a restlessness that made me want to
pace around the room. I could hear the chicken soup bubbling over in the corner
and knew it was going to start spitting out onto the floor soon, but I couldn't
concentrate on anything but the smug boy in front of me. My physical advantage
was so big as to make the idea of a fight laughable, but all I could think
about was punching him in the face.
     
     For a
whole year I had travelled alone toward the farm, and in all that time I had
stayed away from people. Well, look how right I was. The second I came into
contact with someone, he had purposefully messed with my plans.
     
    My head
throbbed and it was getting harder to think. All I could feel was the rush of
anger, the hot feeling as my blood flooded to my head.  I raised my hand,
extended it toward Justin and wrapped it around his throat.
     
    I pushed him
back, and his head hit the wall with a thud. I squeezed my hand against his
windpipe and I felt the jagged contours of his neck bones as they met his
Adam's apple. Justin let out a choking sound, but he didn't struggle against
me. His eyes watched me in an almost interested way, as though he were