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Something wet touches my ankle and I gasp, jerking awake. I feel twitchy, and remember Larsen had hit me with more bolts of electricity before shoving me out of the vehicle.
Damn.I hear a growl and scramble to my feet. There’s a fucking coyote in front of me, looking for easy prey. Well, that’s definitely not me now that I’m awake. Go sniff elsewhere.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I scream, waving my hands and stomping my sock covered feet.
I am not at all scared right now, but I am a big motherfucker. The coyote starts to back away as I jump and scream before he turns and runs off. Glancing down at myself, I see that I’m left in only boxers and my socks.
“Fucking great,” I mutter, looking around me.
Carrie and Larsen left me in the middle of nowhere, in my underwear, and then drove away with Lennon. Goddamnit. I should have fought harder for her, I tried, but I’ve failed this gorgeous, perfect woman yet again.Why can’t I do better? Be her savior?
It’s cold, dark, and my only option is to start walking until I find civilization… hopefully before the sun rises. Shivering, I start the long walk, in the middle of nowhere, without any lights.
“Fuck,” I scream into the darkness, pulling on my hair in frustration, the pain struggling to ground me. “God, she’s such a twat,” I mutter in complaint about Carrie, checking behind me for vehicles as I hear a whooshing noise.
A truck blows past me, and I jump up and down and yell, hoping it’ll stop to give me a lift. Dammit, no one is going to stop for me when I look deranged. I may actually freeze or fry out here… depending on how long I’m left in the elements. I wish I was being over dramatic, but I carry a healthy fear of the desert. Time to keep walking.
Let me just preface this with how much I do not recommend walking without shoes in the middle of nowhere. There are little pebbles digging into my feet at every step, but I remind myself that the ground could be scalding hot. Things can definitely get worse, and I refuse to complain. I will find the silver lining no matter what because my girl is with her insane dead mother.
Who the fuck pretends to be dead for over ten years?!
I stretch my arms over my head as the time goes by. The sky is black above me, littered with stars for miles. If I was in a different position, I’d actually enjoy how pretty it is. Now, I’m just anxious to get the fuck out of here.
What little traffic passing by is on the other side of the road and I sigh. I’m never going to get anywhere like this, since no one can see me. Looking both ways, I feel silly because the road is empty. Taking a deep breath, I run across the road, because the last thing I need is to become roadkill. I curse Carrie and Larsen again for taking my phone and my clothes.
Walking backwards, I continue on my way. I plan on making someone see me, as much as I can without ending up getting run over. I may end up having to walk until daylight, and then hope someone drives by. The weather is still pretty warm during the day until at least mid-October, and I chew on my lip in frustration.
Please let Lennon be okay.I am scared out of my mind for her, because I have no idea why her mom would want to kidnap her now. I should have come clean with Len earlier in the day, and then she wouldn’t have been blindsided by Jordan and I. Maybe then she wouldn’t have run outside, and I would have noticed earlier that she was feeling off. Carrie is a manipulative bitch though, and she mentioned drugging her somehow. I wish I knew how, though it can’t help her now.
I am lost in my thoughts, facing forward again when a loud air horn sounds behind me.
“Fuck,” I scream, jumping in fright. Turning, I jump up and down as I see the lights of the semi truck bearing down on me. “Stop, please,” I yell. The huge vehicle blows by me and I huff, starting to run after it. “Wait, please help me!” I continue to beg.
My body is shaky from the damn taser, dehydration, and all of the adrenaline. I need to get to the guys, back to Layla too. Dammit, I know my disappearance probably makes me look really guilty as well. I would never hurt Len… not anymore.
Running faster, I throw myself into chasing the truck. I know in my soul I’ll never be able to catch up unless he wants me to, but I can’t continue walking and hoping for someone to pick me up.
The flash of brake lights begin, and the squeal of the vehicle stopping has never sounded so good.
“Yes,” I gasp, fist pumping the air as I force myself to run faster. I’m so glad I never stopped training and running, because I don’t trust this truck driver’s patience if I can't catch up to him quickly.
Coming up to the passenger side door, the window rolls down and the driver peers down at me distrustfully with a flashlight.
His jaw drops as he gets a good look at me in my less than acceptable travel attire as my lungs beg for air. I’m a sweaty mess, and I look like shit.
“Did you piss off your girlfriend or something, son?” the man asks and I shake my head, breathing hard.
Today has been shit, and if I wasn’t so healthy, I’d probably be puking or passed out.
“No, Sir,” I wheeze. “Crazy ex tased me and then dumped me out of her car after stripping me,” I explain, badly.
I don’t want to mention Lennon right now, intent on returning to the guys and figuring out how to get her back. Technically, my crazy ex did all of this to me. The truck driver frowns at me as he stares for another minute. He grabs something and my eyes widen when I realize it’s a shotgun.
“Holy shit, mister if you don’t want to help, all you have to do is say that—”
“Hush,” barks the man, interrupting me. “My name is Barclay, and this,” he makes a show of his weapon, “is Vera. Where are you headed?”
“I’m headed back into Albuquerque, Sir. I have no idea where we are right now.”
