We have been on the road for three days now and crossed the border into Iowa about five hours ago. Alabama is supposedly still many days away but my US geography isn't up to much.
Our car is beautiful, a cherry red Porche, I wish I knew more about cars to describe its full beauty but sadly I don't. Damari is navigating and driving, while I am choosing our road trip playlist.
Highway to hell is blasting from the radio with Damari and I singing along badly. This song is so perfect for this trip, except the certainty of hell is so much better than the unknown lair of the Helwyr. I am dancing happily in the passenger seat which is where I have been sitting for all this trip so far. I really want to drive but "This is America and things are different." Bullshit.
To prove that I should be allowed to drive I have been slumping in the seat with my lovely new leather cowboy boots on the dashboard and participated in some violent raving. This shotgun manner is beginning to wear on his nerves so much so that by tomorrow one of two things will happen if I continue. He will either let me drive or bundle me in the boot. The former is my preferred option.
The SAT NAV shrieks at Damari to make a left into a campsite. The sun is beginning to set behind the beautiful hills. The campsite is the worlds most popular place if you are a blade of grass, there are millions of them but that is all. Grass and a hedge marking out the perimeter of the field. There is no one else here, perfect.
"There is a house over there." I gesture down a muddy track. "Lets go and ask if they have space."
I say jokingly, though Damari doesn't seem impressed. We silently walk up the path, conversation has been so awkward since we left. I don't know how to be around him anymore, somewhere along the way I have lost him.
As we approach the ranch style farm house a cat comes running out from behind the blue Jeep and rubs against my legs.
I kneel down and stroke the cat. It stares up at me with its amber green eyes that are hypnotic. I rubs closer against me and purrs loudly. It is one bloody pretty cat, with ginger and grey patch fur.
Damari tuts, walking on past me to knock on the door. The farmer opens the door and they begin making small talk. After a few minutes Damari returns to me and the cat that I have nicknamed Mystica.
"We are allowed to stay for the night. Lets go put the tents up and get a fire started. I am starving." I give Mystica a final stroke and kiss her head, before taking Damari hand so he can pull me to my feet.
Damari and I are such experienced campers, so much so that our tent is a tiny two man, pathetic pop up tent. Within minutes Damari has the tent fully set up and I have the fire roaring, just as it begins to go dark.
Bacon sandwiches, again. We have had those for every meal since we left. I never thought I could hate bacon but damn, I never want to see another rasher again.
"Tomorrow we are going somewhere else for food. No more roadside barbecues. No more fucking bacon. I would rather eat grass than anymore bacon. Why are we eating fucking bacon all the time anyway?"
"Damn Miss PMS! Take a chill pill dude. Its just food. Are you pregnant? Is that why you are being such a fussy eater?"
"WHAT THE FUCK DAMARI?!" I'm not even going to give him a further response. What a total fucking dickhead.
I furiously crawl into the tent and grab my sleeping bag. He holds his hands up in the air, looking as innocent as ever. I throw my sleeping bag on the floor and douse the fire so I can change in the darkness.
I pull my fluffy pjs on and crawl into my sleeping bag. I've always wanted to sleep under the stars, of which I can see so many. It isn't a cold night so it is perfect.
Damari sighs loudly and begins to walk over towards me. I send flames shooting up from the ground which in close me in a ring. I am so offended by what he has said. What the hell does he think of me?
"Goodnight Aerona." He mutters before walking back to the tent which I hear zip up behind him. I thought he would apologise, evidently we are passed reasoning with each other now. Maybe things will get better tomorrow. I sure hope so or this is going to be one delightful trip.
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They are the Helwyr
Paranormal(Sequel to You Are The Gwaredwr- don't read unless you've read the first) The remaining Helwyr may have thought they have won by killing their leader but they were so wrong. Aerona and Damari are coming for them. Their families have been missing for...
