Living With No Direction

30. Tuscon

"How is it going out there, babe?" Clara called out to Harry, who was slowly pushing the car.

"Would be better if you helped me" He responded before groaning, pushing the car with all his might.

"Come on  Harry you're big and strong you can handle this, " she said, looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"Wow, thanks for the motivation" He replied sarcastically.

"You are very welcome, " she laughed.

"Could you just call a tow truck?" Harry asked, walking back, sweat glistening on his forehead. He had been at that for a good fifteen minutes and they probably only moved a foot in that time.

"I would if I had service," Clara told him.

"Well, how are we suppose to get to the party, when we are almost a hundred miles away?" Harry asked. "Maybe if we walk for a little we will find a bus top or maybe even a gas station?" Clara suggested.

"That's a good idea unless you want to starve or be eaten," Harry said. "

"Well, do you have any better idea's?".

"No," Harry said,

"Okay, then let's start walking".

*

Eric called Destiny's phone multiple times, but she never picked up. He brought Noah over to Clara's house, but she wasn't there. It felt as if everyone had abandoned him. He had no choice he decided to track destiny's phone. Her location was in Phoenix, Arizona. He took off with Noah in the back seat, he couldn't afford plane tickets so he was going to drive eight hours straight. He was going to find Destiny if it was the last thing he did.

"My throat feels like it's about to explode" Harry complained. They had been walking for about three hours now and Harry had been complaining the entire way through.

"Harry, would you just shut up, we have only made it to Tuscon and Phoenix is another hour walk, we have yet to come across a gas station yet and we are stuck in the middle of the desert, I know that that is a lot to complain about but you are not helping" Clara yelled at him.

"Sorry, wait, what does that sign say?" Harry pointed to green sing a few feet away from them.

"The nearest gas station is in 3/4 miles' Clara smiled.

"Wait, we might as well forget about the car because that would be a three-hour walk back with a heavy bottle of gas and I'm not doing that," Clara said.

"What but that was my favorite car," Harry said.

"Well suck it up, ugh, I need food, come on let's go, " she said dragging him.

They had finally reached the gas station, It was old and crusty and the lights on the sign above reading, 'Tuscon Gas Station '. "Eww, this place is disgusting," Harry said Clara took his hand and dragged him into the store. The light inside is flickering and it was freezing cold. The young man's eyes at the cash register followed the couple as they walked around. They only had ten dollars in their pocket so they need to spend it wisely. Clara picked up two bottles of water and two granola bars the cashier rang the items up while Harry was wandering around the store like a lost puppy.

Outside a black van pulled up a middle-aged man with little hair and a beer gut walked up to the station, as he opened the door, all eyes were on him. He paid the people no mind and pushed his sunglasses onto his face. He went to the back and grabbed a beer slamming it on the counter. The cashier jumped at the sound. Clara backed away slowly going to find Harry, who was frozen in front of one of the glass doors.

"Do you have any handcuffs, it's me and the wife's anniversary tonight if you know what I mean" the man smirked. The cashier nodded his head and took down some bright pink handcuffs. The entire vibe Clara received from the man was not good. The van outside was calling her, like he was hiding something in that van. She took Harry's hand and dragged him outside. While the man was inside still buying some items. Clara snook up behind the van and tried to pull on the door only it was locked.

"Clara, what are you doing?" Harry whispered beside her.

"I just have a feeling that something is in here, something isn't right, " she pulls on the door until it opened. Inside lay a woman unconscious on the floor of the van, a bag placed over her head.

"Oh my god" Clara said, she went inside the van and ignored Harry's protests, he reluctantly climbed in also shutting the door behind him. Clara took the bag off the women's head, almost breaking down as she laid eyes on her, "Destiny" she cried. A hand flying instantly to Clara's mouth. Harry covered her mouth when he heard the driver's door opened. He pushed on the door only the didn't open in the man's hand locked them even tighter, with the bright pink handcuffs. They were trapped in the van. Little did they know that the cashier had called the police and as they pulled off they were already on their trail.