She Coyote

*7. Out of luck, out of fuck

COYOTE

We sat together in utter silence as the wheels rolled along rapidly on the tracks. We managed to snag a train ride at the last minute, which I considered to be a complete miracle. It was roughly around eight o'clock at that time, and there were practically no other passengers occupying the space around us. I could hear Jude's steady breaths from beside me, admiring the low hum that accompanied them.

I noticed the sign indicating this specific section was open to smoking, making me sigh in relief. I was just about to shimmy my hand into my pocket to extract a box of Marlboro Red, when Jude placed a cig between his own lips, glancing down at me.

"Want one?" He offered and I shook my head.

He shrugged and lit his cigarette with a white lighter and then dropped it back into his leather jacket's pocket. I decided to hold off on my smoke.

We were both quiet.

The boy accompanying me had fallen asleep for the remainder of the journey, but I never even so much as closed my eyes the whole time. My nerves were peaked, I had no idea where this sudden idea derived from.

I could feel my mother's spirit guiding me, her soul resonated within the air I breathed. I knew she was dead and I knew who killed her.

She had more money than she could have ever used in her lifetime, and my step father, Anthony, wanted it all. Ever since she married him when I was 13, I could easily sense that his intentions weren't pure. I hated myself for running from the conflict instead of remaining by her side to provide help when needed. I just never imagined he would go to such lengths to acquire her savings. But I knew that he did. I had never felt so sure about anything in my life.

The destination we were headed for was the house we lived in together before I fled, roughly two hours away by train. It was a small cottage in the country, with darling brick walls and memories of a once happy life. My mother never found pleasure in the idea of living in a large home, which also contributed to her funds. She found happiness in simplicity.

I had no way of knowing if they stilled lived there or if I would even find Anthony. It didn't matter, because I would get him no matter where he ran.

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"Would you slow down a second?" Jude huffed from behind me as we trekked our way through the dark, abandoned country side, nothing but the empty road leading us.

"We can't slow down, we're almost there," I directed, keeping my quick pace.

"At the rate you're going, you'll pass out before you get there," he breathed heavily. "Coyote, we've been going without stopping for a half hour in the middle of the night. Does this honestly seem like a good idea to you?" He questioned with a hint of annoyance hanging on his tongue.