I was tapping my fingers on the steering wheel with Aven next to me, giving me directions to the place they sent.
I was the one driving because he was even more nervous.
Somehow.
"Left," he said, his leg bouncing.
I turned left and we were then raking an empty road. Even the scattered buildings around it were wrecked.
The fuck?
"Stop here," he said after five minutes of silence. "Stay in the car."
"But, Aven, he's my son--" I started.
"And my responsibility."
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Short StorySlut (noun) : A woman with morals of a man. or : Pearl with the morals of Hunter. ●●● "No, Pearl. Men don't like this," he said, his lips grimacing. He looked at my face, then my hair and then my dress, and he didn't like it one bit. Not aft...
