"The Husband I Never Knew I Had..."

"Lost..."

I sat crying in the dark.

The car stopped in the middle of nowhere. We ran out of gas about an hour ago, and I had no idea where we were. All I know was that I drove like a madman, trying to run as far away as possible from the crime scene.

The guy sat beside me, still unconscious. Blood flowed steadily from an open wound on his forehead. I wanted so badly to clean his wound, but I had nothing to tend to his injury.

It was a blessing that he was still out like a light bulb. I didn't know how to confront him, how to explain everything to him. Who I was, and what exactly I was doing here with him.

I was lost. Both in terms of direction, and with how to approach this dilemma.

I was scared. And I was alone. I had no one to help me.

I cried harder as images of my father lying in bed at the hospital came to mind. He needed me, and yet it was safer for me to stay away from him... for now. Only until Bubba could find a way to sort all this out, so I could come home to be with my dad.

Bubba won't fail me. He'll get us out of this. I know he will. For now, all I can do is wait.

I checked my cell for any messages or calls, but it displayed no activity, its lock screen displaying a picture of my deceased mom holding me in her arms as Bubba tugs on her loose shirt, crying.

"Mommy... I'm lost. Guide me?" I whispered in the dark, the rustling of the leaves as a soft wind blew the only reply I got in the darkness.

Sighing I returned my cell in my pants pocket, and crouched to reach the duffel bag where I kept my extra change of clothes from the gym. I had to be careful not to wake the guy, as I rummaged through my stuff that lay between his feet.

It was then that I heard a shrill scream puncture the silence of the night.

"Rapist! Rapist! You're taking advantage of that unconscious man! Help! Help!" A chubby old woman shouted while holding a basket of vegetables in one hand, as her husband started hitting the car with his cane.