Stuck Stuck (RECONSTRUCTING)

Eight- Park/Juniper

I stared out the window to the open road, completely numb. The way he described the event before made my stomach knot and twist. I couldn't lie, I had always had thoughts and images like this in the back of my head, but to act on them? That would take someone seriously ill.

We hadn't been driving long, we were just entering the next town over from where we were previously.

"You're quiet." He said with a chuckle. There was nothing humorous about his laugh or the conversation we were having. I shivered slightly, suddenly realizes what I've got myself into.

"I'm... Thinking."

"About?"

I wasn't sure what to answer. Maybe I should say I'm wondering why the fuck I was dumb enough to not escape the moment his daughter told me to... Or why I never really took all the opportunities I had after that. I was stupid, I couldn't explain what has been making me stay.

He didn't ask again even though I hadn't answered him, which I found relief in. I didn't want to talk at all right now. I was still absorbing all I had heard.

"Oh, that's probably Junie." He said suddenly after we heard a few mewing sounds. "Take the wheel."

He didn't leave me any time to protest, he slide out from his seat and just expected me to take over. I did, we swerved slightly but I evened the trailer out. I was hot all over, sweating mostly from the adrenaline running through me because of the story he had told, and because for a millisecond I thought we were going to crash.

"Back." He said, sitting in the passenger seat I had just abandoned. 

"That was fast..."

"Yeah, just made sure she was still breathing. I tell 'ya, I can't take much more of these."

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering what he meant.

"She gets these all the time."

"She does?"

He shifted in his seat, putting his legs on the long dash. He looked so relaxed, come to think of it no matter what the situations have been in the two days I've known him, he's never looked out of control.

"I can't tell you what it really is, but at least twice a month she goes through this. She gets thesemigraines that just... Evolve into fevers. She usually sleeps it off for one or two days."

I made a sighing noise and clicked my tongue. I didn't even have an idea of what might be wrong with that girl, but if she got these frequently she must be a handful. 

I stayed straight on the road, not sure where he wanted me to drive. I had to admit I was a little drowsy... Maybe I could convince him to let me sleep? I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Can you take back the wheel back?"

Juniper POV.
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I tossed and turned. I swore I saw Dad's face above me for a minute, but by time I closed and flicked my eyes open again he was gone. I hated these, all the colours in the room around me seemed to merge and blend into a mushy blob. I couldn't even begin to explain the images around me.

I tried my best to sit up, I wasn't sure if I was successful because all I could feel was myself falling. Maybe I had managed to stand and was back down? 

I wanted so bad just to see normally, but lights kept blocking my vision so I gave up and closed my lids, hoping the upset feeling in my stomach would pass.