Buried Alive

Part Three

Harsh heavy rain beats down on the slickened grey concrete of the sidewalk, as bright headlights whiz by, illuminating the long walk still ahead of a beautiful young blond.

She huddles down smaller into the black leather jacket draped over her head and glances around. Regret along with something unfamiliar begin to create a deep void inside her heart as she replays the fight that left her more than twenty miles from home.

She'd been kicked back with her bare feet propped up on her boyfriend's front dashboard, black painted toes out of her beaten up black and white checkered converse. His large black leather jacket on the seat in between them.

He was on his phone and texting someone at the same time. They'd been trying to get back home before the mandated curfew set by both groups of parents.

"Babe. Babe." He didn't look over so she tried again, "TRIP!" She hadn't even screamed that loud but it caused him to drop his phone in between his feet on the bed of the truck. He swerved slightly to the left before regaining control and glaring daggers at her, "What Java?" What is it? What do you want?"

She wasn't even surprised by his outburst of rage anymore. It happens more often as of late than it ever did before. Deep ocean blue eyes turn toward the window to watch as the clouds grow darker and heavy with rain. She sighs and takes her feet from the dash, "You need to learn to get off your phone when we're in the car." Her voice though usually strong and full of spite held only melancholy.

In return to her comment, Trip, begins to drift along the side of the road; until slowly coming to a stop. He doesn't look over as the locks pop up and one of his many girlfriends stare wide eyed at him, "Get out." He had done this several times before so the beautiful girl was unfazed until he turned toward her and she caught the pure hatred in his eyes.

Java's blood ran cold as she slipped her feet back into her converse and reached for her own leather jacket behind her. With one hand holding the door as the other struggled to pull her jacket free.

She hadn't done anything wrong but still she stood along the side of the road watching as her only source of getting home pulled away from the curb and took off.

Bright headlights that nearly blind the girl draw her completely out of her mind and into the long walk home. She glances up in time to see the old water tower on the edge of town standing proudly in its place among the dense forest of trees and pelting rain.

The feeling of being watched begins to slowly eat away at her insides but she shakes this off. Seeing shimmering lights ahead she quickens her pace but it's just a trick of the eye. She's to far away from any inhabitants and this will be the last time she's seen, alone, cold, surrounded by nothing but dense forest, darkness, and pelting rain.