eyes as he witnessed the story he told us tonight is enough to convince me he was telling the truth, and not just some tale to scare his grandchildren.
fresh smell of biscuits baking in the oven and bacon frying in the pan filling the air.
every step I take, I lose two as I slide back down.
for its prey.
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Katie held her nose against the stench of Seth’s vomit filling the car.
“Dammit Seth, put your face farther out of the car,” Josh said, while rolling all the windows down.
Once Seth was able to stop dry-heaving, he sat up and leaned his head against the seat. “Shut up ass, you’re the one who picked that poison factory of a truck stop to eat at.” He closed the door, causing the stench to waft through the air again.
“We’re going to have to find somewhere to stop,” Seth grumbled.
Katie looked at the clock and sighed. Two weeks ago the three of them had applied for a job working on pipelines in Montana. Being from a small town of five hundred and fifty people had given them few options and leaving the dead-end town seemed like a dream come true, not to mention no one would be there to miss any of them. Seth and Katie had lost both their parents five years ago in an accident, and hadn’t seen the rest of the family since. Josh’s family didn’t give a shit about him. They cared more about their meth lab and the losers that frequented their home. So yeah, leaving was the best thing that could happen to the three of them.
The problem now was getting there. They’d left yesterday morning bright and early, excited for the journey, but so far, things were not looking good. They’d only gone eight hundred miles out of a twenty two hundred mile trip, all thanks to the flat tire incident yesterday, and now this.
“Come on Seth. You sure you can’t suck it up?” Katie asked.
“Are you freaking kidding me? How about I just start puking in the car, or better yet, in your lap?”
“God Seth, don’t get your panties in a wad.” Katie shook her head and gave Josh a pointed look. As much as she loved her brother, he could be a real tit bag.
Josh intertwined his fingers with Katie’s and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“We will be fine,” he reassured her. “We still have three days to get there. That’s plenty of time.”