Afterwards, Shani didn’t remember how they got to the car. She remembered that Lana had been in the driver’s seat. She remembered the bumpy, twisting road as she sat curled up on the passenger side with her forehead against the window, crying. She remembered the black, unforgiving night, and the sound of Government engines in the distance.
But she did not remember leaving her father.
Shani sporadically seized up in fits of panic and tears for the remainder of the night and well into the morning, weeping silently in between the fits when she got her breath back. Lana stayed in bed with her, holding her still, letting her cry in her lap… Just like Shani had when the older girl was detoxing.
Sleep came over her some time before noon, when she was so exhausted from shock and grief that she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore.
The next few weeks would be the hardest of her life.
Lana dragged her - she pulled the brunette’s body to the car with every ounce of strength she had. And, time felt as if it were standing still, as if Jimmy would pop out at any moment to murder them as well.
Lana just kept telling herself to push forward, that maybe no one would care if she died - but a bunch of people would if Shani died.
Hell, the whole world would lose a bright light.
She held Shani through the night, clinging on tightly, even when it wasn’t wanted. She held her through every moment and occasionally would hum a sweet tune into the girl’s ear - her best attempts at comfort. She remained in place while Shani slept, tirelessly watching over her to try and pull her out of a bad dream, should they come, and to be there when she awoke.
She knew now wouldn’t be the time to leave her one friend alone.