The Road Is My Home

Jarod's View During the Road 96 Encounter with Sonya

Tw: violence mention

It takes one gentle tug, and she's dead.

He steadies himself behind the boulder and loads the gun. Finally, after years of grief and anger, Sonya gets what she deserves. The simplest way to kill her would be to shoot her, here and now. But that wouldn't be fair; she deserves far worse. Strangulation? Too risky, she has a bodyguard. Stabbing? Too messy, he didn't want her filth on him.

What she deserved was to be crushed to death. Just like how his sweet daughter; was trampled by rocks in this very spot in 86'. She deserves to hurt just like Lola did when she did nothing to help her. When Sonya left her to die as she watched, maybe if she did help, Lola would still be here. The camera might have stopped broadcasting as the rocks began to tumble, but he thought Sonya didn't do anything to help. She's selfish.

"And I'm Sonya Sanchez, reporting live from GNN. I'll see you next week on the tenth anniversary of the brigade attack," she smiled into the camera before she finished her report. Her smile instantly melted into a frown after the camera turned off; she sat on a nearby log and buried her face in her hands. She began to shake and cry silently to herself.

Why is she crying? She has everything she could ever want.

"Ms. Sanchez, are you alright?" a crew member asked her. Sonya shook her head, "A girl died here in 1986, ten years ago. Her name was Lola." Jarod stiffens at the mention of Lola; his grip tightens around the gun. How did she know her name?

"I tried to save her, but the rocks... they kept coming," she sniffled, gripping her arms. "Sometimes I wish it was me who died and not her," she muttered. His face remained stoic, but my mind felt scrambled for once. So she did try and save Lola. He lowered the pistol. He couldn't do this anymore. As much as he hated to say it, it wasn't her fault. She seemed genuine for once.

He stood up from the boulder and walked away. He snuck back to his car and lit a cigarette before entering. Strangely enough, he felt better. The burden may have been lifted, but its effects still remained with him. He drove away and felt a bit empty, his mind was nothing. "That leaves the brigades," Jarod grumbled to himself, his eyes glanced at the photo of Lola on his dashboard.

She would hate what he was doing, he knew it. But she was always like that. They always disagreed and fought. She probably died hating him. But he'll make it up to her, this is all for her. Jarod will make them pay for what they did to Lola. For what he did to Lola. For making her join the brigades.

There was only one thought before he began to drive, "Robert Winters, I'm coming for you next."

AN: I turned this in for a homework skip pass, I won.