His truck smells. Not like cigarette smoke. Not like fire smoke. Like weed. His volume button has white dust. The floor has green dust and needles.
He lied in there. I know what to do. A little Darcy mischief. I bend down. He's oblivious. I grab a needle. "You lier. You're a monster." I throw the needle at him. He pulls the car over. I throw the green dust at him. Yank the volume button off and throw it at him. " You're a dirty, nasty, filthy, lier. She trusted you enough to mary you. Now you're doing three or more deadly drugs and driving her daughter around in your truck."
"Shut up your whore."
Oh that pushed me over the limit. I grab my bag from the back seat and get out of the truck. He screams at me and gets out on his side. I start running. Running. Running away fast. Faster than I ever thought. I've never been the athletic kid. I hear his steps going faster, faster, and faster.
His steps become muffled by the car o hear ahead.
His caloused hand covets my mouth. His arm clutches around my neck. I'm struggling to breath. I'm biting his hand. He doesn't even flinch. The sound of that car. It's coming closer. I can see its shadow. I can see the hood. I can see the driver. Doctor Steves!?
The car speeds and swerves to us. Doctor Steves gets out before the car even stops. He yells something in the back passenger seet. I watch a frantic scuffle in the back. Then Doctor Steves is over behind my father. I think he starts choking him. He let's go and attacks Doctor Steves. I'm lose. I find my bag and run to the car. The back door opens and a hand pulls me in. I wrap my arms around them. I can tell it's a boy when I smell a hint of cologne.
