Chapter thirty two
Stage:Paranioa and Mania
Arizona
" No" I rapped then pounced on the sleeper.
" Strange since she's the one who covered the bill" he persisted.
Shut up!
I sighed in exhaustion as a red herring that I am fast asleep.
Fortunately I heard the jiggle of keys and the purr of the engine.
" How did you get my mom's phone number ?" He asked.
Crap!
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We've reached California last state of our roadtrip Baby!
" Woo!" I pumped both my fists in the air.
" Dude"
" Woo" I yelled again gripping the steering wheel while looking at the welcome to California signs.
Finally after twelve days of hunting for hostels every morning,parting with a lot of money " Eighty five dollars for one night"
The traffic congestion " What the fuck are you waiting for drive already"
" Move you retard"
And let's not forget the exhaustion, we are finally near the end point. " Check for any gas station nearby"
" On it" he rapped. We pulled over to the second gas station this time only buying half a gallon of since it's only across the state.
Once done I sat in the truck turned on some music noticing the drunk went to the store.
What the hell is he doing? I ignored him and turned on some music and choose Can't hold us.
This is the moment we'll fight till it's over so we throw our hands like the city can't hold us.
My patience was running thin but the moment I stood up about to fetch him he finally arrived.
" You didn't buy anything from the store ?"
" They were out of Dr.Pep "
Mmmh I spun on the driver seat prepping to start to drive when I felt something cold at the back of my head the intruder yelling at me.
" Drive"
Like a person who wanted to live I turned on the ignition eavesdropping on Troy and the his captor.
" You got played now sit down"
What do you know no loyalty among thiefs sadly even travellers.
" You wanted to kill me because I called your mom ?" I asked him
" No" he blabbered before they barked at us to 'shut the fuck up'.
Should have known' They ran out of Dr.Pep' Now I'm here driving these three thieves at gun point of which two will kill me at their secret destination.
My eyes darted at both sides of the road stumbling across civilisation
Building after building until jack pot street light just a few yards away.
One
"No funny business"
Two
Gun pressed harder into my head
Three
Utter silence then crash due to the impact of the collision I remember seeing the wind screen crack followed by an up screen view of the dash board there it got dark.
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