The cold, bright sunlight of the January day stung Sam’s eyes when she opened the theater door. The air reached down her throat and grabbed at her windpipe, clenching and squeezing the wet warmth there.
“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s cold” she gasped and pulled the collar of her jacket up to cover her mouth. Squinting against the light, she grabbed her little sister’s hand and dragged her across the parking lot, racing for the car. Her little sister, yelling at Sam to slow down, tried to move her feet fast enough to keep up. Half dragged and half running, she just managed to keep from falling.
“Stop it Sam! I’m gonna fall!” She began to cry, the tears stinging her cheeks as they combined with the arid air. “Let go of me!” She finally managed to pull her hand from Sam’s and stopped to take a breath. She bent, hands on her knees, and coughed against the frigid air. The cough, dry and hard, brought Sam around from her movement toward the car.
“You okay, Mand? Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m just so fucking cold.” Sam reached forward a gloved hand and wiped the freezing tears from Mandy’s cheeks. Mandy pushed Sam’s hand away and glared at her.
“You don’t care. And I’m telling mom you said the f-word like 10 times. She’s going to be mad.” Mandy tried to regain her dignity and held herself as tall as she could. Sam shook her head and turned back toward the car. Pushing the remote unlock, she sprinted the rest of the way to the car.
“Fine then, you little brat. Freeze your ass off. I don’t care.” As she reached the car, she turned back toward her sister, just in time to see a pickup truck turn to come down the row of cars. The truck came on fast, and Sam had just enough time to realize the driver didn’t see her sister. Screaming, she raced back toward her, and as she grabbed for Mandy’s jacket, it was jerked from her grasp.
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