Texas DayDream

Chapter Two ~ Its Red like the Devil

Edited posted: 3/4/2015

Chapter Two

Being in Hell, sounded about a hundred percent better than my current location. Being in hell would have been like going to a nightclub on a Saturday night, compared to this truck right now. My cousin, whom I was currently dreaming of ways I could strangle or mutilate, was yacking away like a society girl at a frat party.

This eternally long, loud and annoying car ride with this jackass, talking my ears off my head, couldn't end soon enough. I felt like if I didn't see a Starbucks or a sidewalk soon. I was going to jump out of this moving vehicle in hopes that death would be quick.

If he said one more thing about rodeos, horses or his friends I was going to go for the jump. Death be a pleasurable experience.

Homicide was an option. There was a knife in my bag and I knew how to use it.

Sweet faced Ethan wouldn't see it coming, while I jabbed the knife into his throat, his artery just sitting there yelling at me to slash it clean.

Granted I'd probably die in the wreckage of the car crash but I wouldn't have to listen to him talking anymore.

Choices....such hard choices.

"So, the ranch house is pretty big. Mom cleared out a room for ya, she had Val help her paint it and put new stuff inside. It looks pretty good." My cousins annoying voice rambled on and on.

The sound making me grip the door handle with joy.

JUMP ME NOW! Before I cut out my own ear drums with my knife.

Someone save me from this hell.

I almost hoped for a drunk driver to come out of nowhere and T-bone us.

"Awesome" I mumbled hoping he didn't hear me and think it was an invitation to talk more.

"We'll be there in a jiffy." He said finally breaking the quiet. I was beginning to hope he had lost his voice. We had a whole great five minutes of silence.

"Great" I said miffed. - Clearly he didn't get that memo. Silence was golden.

"Yup." He replied strumming his fingers on the steering wheel. This guy had like ADD or something he couldn't shut up or sit still.

After another five minutes of total silence I was thanking the world for this happy silent time. The truck pulled off to the right on a dirty road and started to bounce around. My behind instantly didn't like the idea of this rollercoaster ride. We passed a large pasture with a shit load of cows in it. The smell made me want to gag. It was worse than the smell of the town before.

I should have rolled the windows up quicker. As the truck made its way down the road we passed under this huge wood sign hanging up on posts that said "Tripple C". We must be almost there. As, we obviously, started to get closer then I heard sounds of thumping on the ground. I wasn't even sure I wanted to know what those sounds came from.

We sped down the dirt road through giant trees, taller then the sky. Until we turned quickly up a hill and a huge yellow house came into view. It was Victorian style with white trim, light yellow paint. It was a fairy tale house, something out of the movies.

People were walking around, a lot of them.

We pulled up and stopped by the front porch steps. Ethan killed the engine on the truck and I finally felt like I could hear again. I opened my door and jumped down, my combat boots kicking up red dirt from the ground, making a puffy smoke-like cloud billow around my feet. I turned around and grabbed my bag from inside the truck, closed the door and turned around to look up at the big house.