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I tiptoed down the stairwell, careful to make absolutely no noise. I knew from previous experience that Marcus could be woken by the slightest noise, even when hungover.
As I stepped out of the apartment building for the first time in five years I took a deep breathe, amazed by how fresh the air was. Completely free of smoke and beer. I walk towards the parking garage, not knowing which car belongs to my father. I press a button on the keys I grabbed and the lights on a car about 30 parking spaces from me flash red. I walk towards it and open it on the drivers side. I climb in and desperately hope that driving is as easy as it seems on Marcus' TV shows.
I fall into the seat and switch on the car, watching as the dials spin and the lights go on. I switch on the air conditioning and turn the radio on softly. I pull the throttle and back out as carefully as I can, unsure what I'm doing. As I turn from the parking spot, the hood of my car hits the back of another.
"Whoops," I say unapologetically as I continue backing out of the garage, not once looking back.
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I glance again for the millionth time at the gas. It started out a little less than full, and is now down to about half. I'm not sure how I got to the high way with out dying but I did. Looking back on it, all I remember is excessive honking, squealing breaks and curses thrown at me. I laugh at the thought.
I'm extremely glad that the road I have doesn't have many people on it; other people make me nervous, especially in cars. I've never been good with crowds, and barely even being exposed to people never helped that either. I don't know how I'll ever make a new life. All I know is hurt, and pain. I know people have personality, but I don't know what those are; how people are different. All I know is that they are. And it scares me. I know people are generally different from my father but I know I'm still going to have trust issues. And that's an understatement.
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I look at the gas and swear. I have almost no gas left. I have no idea where I am. The fields that surround the road I've been on for the past five hours have been filled with either horses, cows, corn, or a combination of them. I speed up the car to 80, hoping to get closer to something before I'm completely stranded.
Five minutes pass and finally the cows that surround me are gone, replaced by simple green fields. In the distance I can see what I hope is a town. I see some lights and buildings.
That's when the car starts slowing down. I press my foot on the gas harder, and when it continues to slow I slam my hand on the dash board, then refuse to acknowledge the pain.
The car comes to a complete stop. Furiously, I get out and slam the door, kicking it for good measure. "Fuck this. Screw that..." I mumble profanities as I walk on the side of the road, kicking rocks out of my way.
I'm about to collapse from exhaustion when I see a small structure, not big enough to be a building, lit up with small lights. I continue walking towards it, hoping for something good.
When I get close enough to make out what the structure is, I see that it's a booth. What it's selling I don't know.
As I walk further I see a girl scurrying around, packing things up for the night presumably, considering the hot sun overhead is beginning to set. I walk up closer to her and see that there is a wood sign set up, reading: Best fresh produce and drinks in Couperin county. Below the sign it lists the prices.
The girl looks up at me shocked, seemingly to just have noticed me. "Hi, are you interested in anything? The peaches just finished ripen' up; they're the best you could get. Or- you look thirsty, how about some peach tea?" She looks up at me with kind blue eyes.
"I'll have some tea, I guess. How much?" I say. I don't know why I'm buying anything but I am thirsty and the drinks look good.
"It'll be a dollar fifty for a large glass, you look pretty thirsty so I'll get you that one." She flashes a captivating smile and turns on her heel behind her both. I turn around and fish around in my bag for the money. I take some out, counting $1.50 in quarters.
The girl comes back with a glass of iced liquid the size of her forearm. She hands it to me and I give her the money. She puts it away without counting it.
"I've never seen you here," The girl says, leaning against her booth. I can't help but notice her cute figure in her tight blue jeans and white tank top. "Where're you from?" I can see that she's simply curious so I answer kindly.
"Up north. I'm close to Dallas."
She nods, as if understanding exactly where I'm talking about. "So, why'd you decide to come down here?" She must see my eyes darken, and she seems to shrink back.
"You don't have to answer that." She says quietly. I'm glad she said that, I wouldn't have answered her anyway. I don't say anything and the quite isn't very comfortable. I can see that the girl feels it too.
"I'm Beatrice, by the way. I'd like it if you called my Tris, though." She holds out her hand, as if expecting something. I've never met someone new before like this, and I don't know what she's doing. She puts her hand down, awkwardly, and blushes slightly.
"Tobias." I say. I see a bit of her smile come back. "So, Tobias." She says, saying my name as if testing it out on her lips, " Where are you staying?"
I think for a little. I suppose I was just planning on staying in the car at night. Now that just sounds a little crazy. "I don't know." I say, shrugging.
She smiles a little, her dimples making an appearance below her lips. "You could stay with us. My family, I mean."
Even though I don't know much, I know that it would be rude to turn the offer down, and, oddly, I find myself not wanting to. I let my lips curl into an easy smile. "Sure, thanks."
"Certainly." She reply's. "Now, could you help with these boxes?" She gestures to her booth and I know that this'll take a while. I inwardly sigh, but immediately get to work.
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Fate
FanfictionTobias Eaton wanted to escape. All his 23 years he has lived in his small apartment with his abusive father, without ever having a mother. One day he wakes up, despretly hanging on to the tail end of a life he dreamed he had. Searching for this life...
