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two.

Blood crusted at the bottom of my converse, and I'll be honest, it was kind of disgusting.

The sunlight was no longer shining through the dusty windows of the truck, any light was already long gone by now, leaving us with the cold, darkness of the night.

I think a dark red color stained under my fingernails and my over my hands, no matter how hard I tried to wipe them on my jeans, nothing happened.

Daddy and Carter were chatting lowly to each other in the front as I relaxed my shoulders in the back, looking out of the windows even though it was basically useless. I couldn't see anything.

"Christina?"

"Yeah, from the stories I've told you."

"Christina from high school?"

"Hell yeah, Christina from high school!"

"Oh, okay, I get it now."

"Bout damn time, fool."

Daddy adjusts the mirror, eyes looking up into it to see my reflection before he briefly looks back at the road.

"You asleep back there, buddy?"

"No, daddy, I'm still awake!"
I say.
"I promised you I wouldn't fall asleep on the way back!"

"Tell me you ain't still on that..."
He trails off, sighing.

"I want that chocolate bar you promised."

"Sage, you're getting that damn Milky Way."
Carter grins, looking over his shoulder.
"I'll tackle your dad if I have to."

"We'll see."
Daddy says.

"Yes, sir."

After one more hour or so, we were back in the small, one story house that we'd been staying in for the past few weeks.

It wasn't anything special, but it was giving us protection and shelter, so I couldn't really be mad at that, could I?

The gravel crunches under my shoes when I hop out of the truck, sliding my arms through the loops on my drawstring before tightening it.

Carter unlocks the door before we all usher inside, making sure to scope around briefly even though it was highly unlikely for anyone to have stepped foot in this place that wasn't us.

"I didn't fall asleep."
I comment, sitting down on one of the barstools.

Daddy sighs, placing his large hand on my shoulder.
"Not givin' you any damn sweets before bed, you'll be hyper as hell."

"You promised."
I pout.

"I didn't say tonight, bubba."
He says, flicking off the cap on the glass beer bottle.
"No arguin' about it either, I'm tired."

"I won't, sir, I promise."

"Shane, you sure as hell raised a polite one there."
Carter rasps.
"Don't see how, you're a grumpy old man."