Landmine - Post Malone

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Dillon's lungs are burning and her head is throbbing so bad it feels like it's going to explode. Her thighs are burning and her feet are all cut up. She has been running in a field for what feels like hours. She is also cold and her body feels like it is going to give out any second now. She stops and looks around. There are just open fields that stretch on and on no matter which way she looks. It's also getting dark now and she has no idea where she is or which way to run. She can't even go back to Austin's trailer because she has lost sight of it and is not sure what direction she came from. Exhused, drained and hopeless her legs buckle. She falls in a heap on the burnt grass and frowns for a moment while she looks at it. What the fuck is up with all the grass burnt? It's all black, but she can see occasional green shoots of new regrowth. Why was it burnt in the first place? But, then she bursts into tears as she tucks her face into her knees. Why the fuck is she thinking about grass right now when she is in this hopeless situation? Why did she even run? Her fucking car was parked right by the front door. She feels so fucking stupid, but she panicked.

She lets herself cry for some time, then sits up straight and dries her face carefully because she has ripped up her face again in her chaos to get away, and there is blood everywhere again. She can't fall apart. She needs to get herself together, come up with a game plan and get the fuck out of here. She needs to find her sister and she won't give up until she does. She needs to speak to Luke. He knows something, she saw it in his face. She needs to keep going, so she takes a deep breath and tries to stand, but as soon as she puts pressure on her fucked up feet she squeals in pain and falls back down to the ground. She has fucked her feet up and out of frustration, her tears come again. The burnt grass is sharp and has stabbed the pads of her feet like rusty pins.

She hears heavy, slow steps crunching the grass as they come closer from behind her, so she rummages in her bag for a weapon. She pulls out her hardcover notebook - this will have to do. Then, with all the courage she can find and the last bit of willpower she can muster up, she forces herself to stand. It feels like she is standing on a bed of nails. But, she clenches her jaw and refuses to even whimper, she will fuck up whoever is coming toward her. "Don't come any closer!" she shouts spinning around and waving the book in front of her as a warning. It's Austin. He is following her? He stops walking and stands staring at her with his thumbs looped casually in his belt loops on either side of his large silver belt buckle. "I am warning you! I will beat the shit out of you with this fucking book! It's hard!" she shouts at him again. Austin stares at her and then looks off to the side as if he is thinking.

He is an odd-looking man. Handsome. But, fucking odd, and confusing if she is being honest. He is covered in tattoos, head to toe, even on his face. His hair is a long, frizzy brown mass that hangs below his shoulders, and he has big, chunky silver rings on every finger. Does he have black nail polish on? He has earnings in both his ears too - one that dangles. He has a moustache and his beard does not grow on his face but around it - if that even makes sense. But it does. He looks like he could be part of a biker gang and Dillon wants to force him to take a bath - he has a dirty look about him that also screams sex appeal - that definitely does not make sense. But, his clothes don't match whatever greasy tattooed look he is going for. He is dressed like a cowboy - black Stetson, clean white shirt, tight dark blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. It's a clean respectable look. It's as if two opposing worlds collided and he was the result.

When Austin turns his head to look at her again, his eyes have her swallowing thickly. She remembers the vibrant blue flashing in her vision last night.

"What's her name?" he asks eventually.

"Who?"

"Your sister. What's her name?"

"Isla...her name is Isla," Dillon says swallowing the lump in her throat as she lowers the notebook slightly. No one ever asks her name. So his question finds her a little emotional.