Cold Path To The Devil

Gateway to New Things

"Oh shit. I forgot we have a lady in the house this morning."

"Hi." I opened my eyes to see a older man, probably late 50's, in just a pair of whitey tighties. He was pale but grey curly hairs covered his chest and legs. He had a long white beard that rested on his chest and no hair on his head. He reminded me of the creepy men at the mall who pretended to be Santa Claus.

"Dad! Get some clothes on!" Wren tiredly groaned.

"Worried I'm going to steal your girl, wren?" His dad chuckled and walked down the hallway disappearing into a dark room at the end.

"Goodmorning. Sleep well?"

Wren stood up as he rubbed his eyes clean of any sleeps.

"Breakfast?"

"Sure."

Wren walked into another hallway on the other side of the cold trailer and opened a closet. It was packed with bags and storage bins. Wren wrestled around with a few items before opening a drawer in a three tiered storage container and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts.

"These are clean."

He tossed them at me and walked to me to help me stand. He grabbed onto my hand and lifted me up off the couch. I pulled the oversized shirt down so I was covered and let him pick up one of my legs at a time. Once both legs were in he helped pull the shorts up to my waist as his face was level with mine.

"You have something."

Wren reached his hand up and used his thumb to rub away some of my dried tears off my cheek.

"Thanks."

"Okay love birds. Who wants coffee?" Wren's dad walked back into the kitchen and began to start the coffee maker.

"I'm ok, thank you."

"Too good for some of my ol coffee her, girlie? You a Starbucks kind of gal?"

"Oh no. I don't drink coffee, thank you though."

Wren joined his dad in the kitchen. He pulled out various items out of his almost bare fridge and a couple of spices out of his completely bare pantry.

"Um... I'm actually not that hungry. I think I'm going to head home."

"Let go with you." Wren placed his eggs into the fridge and shut the door.

"You don't have any shoes anyway. I'll have to carry you out." He smiled.

"Hey kid." I looked at wrens dad to notice his concerned look on his face.

"Of you're ever in trouble, you're welcomed here anytime. I'd love for you to meet the rest of us."

"Thank you, sir."

Wren scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my jeep.

"I'll drive." He grabbed my keys out of his jean pocket and threw on his sweat shirt before opening my door and helping me in. The trailer was covered in moss and the cover over the porch was stained brown and had various holes in it. There were about five broken down cars parked outside it and shattered glass on the outside of one window that had a tarp covering it.

"Someone break in?"

"Huh?" Wren asked before continuing backing out of the pot hole filled driveway.

"Oh that. No. Just a couple of my friends messing around. Mind if I smoke?"

"In here? Yeah I do actually."

"Sorry. I'll need to pull over then because I'm not going to be able to drive until I do."

Wren pulled off into a turn around spot just before exiting the trailer park. He pulled a rolled up joint out of his hoodie pocket and grabbed my cigarette lighter.