"you said it would be painless, it wasn’t that at all."
The way Jenny frowns at Chris is, well, bad. If Jenny is frowning at him, that means she's coming up with a plan he isn't going to like even though they really do need a plan. For one thing, his leg was broken, really broken and for second, he wasn't necessarily where he was supposed to be with a broken leg.
Pops had been very clear that if Chris got caught playing with those snobby Sheldon kids on their side of town, he was in for it. Bad. With Mama back in lock up and things tense, Chris had promised he'd be a good kid for Pops like how Jenny is for Mama. Problem is, well...
"Why," Jenny has a haughty tone to her voice, "Were you playing over here, Christopher Winston?"
"Can you stop being-- ow!" He hisses when she nudges her foot against his broken leg, the pain making him gasp. "Fuck, Jenny, they took my goddamn bike! Mama spent all that money gettin' it before Shepard sent him back to jail! I had to go get it!"
He's pathetic right now, hurting and Jenny's face doesn't soften looking between his bike that mercifully wasn't twisted up in some car, and to his still busted leg. "We have to go back on our side of town. I'm gonna put you on your bike and push you but when we get to Auntie Angela's house, we need to think of a really good lie or we're both dead."
"Deal," Chris pants out, and Jenny slings her bag of books (God, she's such a weird twelve year old) on her shoulders and comes to help him get up.
"Every bump's gonna hurt," she says, softer, "Sorry in advance."
And boy he feels every single goddamn one. Every single one, that by the time they need to work out a lie, he passes out before Aunt Angela can eve get the door open.
