Pleasing my Destiny

Chapter 2

The sun was blazing down, scorching everything in its path, and I was most definitely in its path. It's been three days now, and there was no sign of clouds, there was no more forest for shade, just a vast land that I would like to call hell. Did we go this way in the beginning? I don't remember going through here, but I guess I was very much in a haze back then.

We had a water bottle, but it was almost empty, only a quarter of it left. My mind tended to wandered to the dreams I would have of Nick almost every night. They felt more real the last couple days though, maybe it's because I am going back to the place that scares me the most, or maybe it's just because of the hot sun during the days, and I've become too exhausted. Either way, I would wake Nipahem from his sleep with turning and screaming, and when he woke me up every night, I would still think I'm in the dream for the first couple seconds and hit Nipahem. Though, after the first few nights, he knew my pattern and would hold my arms so I could not hurt him or myself. When I was not dreaming of Nick, I was dreaming of Nipahem. It was always in the forest, and I would see fragments of him holding my hand, rubbing his thumb across the top of my hand, and I would also get fragments when it got a little less PG. His lips would be against my neck, his teeth against my shoulder, his hands getting to know every curve of my waist. I don't know why I have these dreams, any of them. I can't control them. Though I do remember one dream, it was more vivid, and realistic than the rest, but Nipahem was only holding my hand, and he said the three, very dangerous words. Of course it was all a dream though.

I looked over at Nipahem, he was also sweating terribly. Though he did make a hat from his shirt, so that the sun wouldn't directly hit him, so a lot was showing, a lot of good stuff that is. At that moment I remembered the dreams of him once again. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I realized what I was thinking. He looked at me and smiled, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but instead of words, we heard a loud honking from behind us. We both turned around to see an old rusty truck come rolling to a stop behind us. Every inch of the truck was literally covered with rust. Its front was big, but the trunk of the truck was small. It kind of reminded me of Mater from Cars. It even had one of those lifting thingies on the back, yes a lifting thingy. I'm a stereotypical girl who knows nothing about cars, sue me.

We walked to the side of the car, and stopped at his door. A loud, obnoxious, squeaking began when the man rolled down his window. The man on the inside looked like a hillbilly, with his white, messy hair sticking out from under his bald cap, and his matted beard dancing around while the wind from his air conditioner blew. His beer gut stuck out like a sore thumb, and he even had overalls on. I'm not the only one owning up to being a stereotype I see. All he needed was a piece of wheat in his mouth or some chewing tobacco. I couldn't help giggle at his appearance, but quickly covered my mouth feeling rude.

"Hey there, squirts." He paused to spit out, none other than chewing tobacco. I had to bend down like I dropped something to hide my quiet laughter, this was way too much. I quickly regained my composer and got back up looking at him as he spoke again. "There's a town about forty minutes from here, so if you need a ride, hop in." He looked at Nipahem, then at me. "And it sure looks like you need a ride. There's also some cold water I can give to you missy. You look mighty tired.

Before I could say anything, Nipahem spoke up. "That would be very kind of you. We will gladly accept your offer, thank you." Nipahem must have known I wouldn't have accepted his offer. I have never liked relying on others; it was hard to even rely on Nipahem in the Beginning. Even when I was just a little girl I would demand to cut my own bread, make my own lunch, tie my own shoes, whatever I could I would do on my own and depend on myself. "Come now, Karina." Nipahem had said while grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the back of the truck. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up and over the side and into the back, soon after he followed and sat next to me. The truck once again came to life, and with its loud puffing and roaring it started moving down the road.