It's been a few hours and the roads have been decently quiet. My car is running out of gas though and I need to find a gas station quickly.
After about half an hour, I see a sign pointing me in the direction of the next station. And so I take the corresponding exit.
I park and pay for regular gas. As the tank is filling up, I look around my car for my phone. I probably left it at the motel, but there's something else I do end up finding. My poems. They're hiding under the back seat, the same one Solie was in the day she left me.
I never left it there. Not once. Solie definitely read it. She definitely read a great portion of them seeing as the notebook's pages are mostly bent outwards from being open for a long period of time. I drop my head and sigh. Things could have been better. It didn't have to be like this. But I was overly stubborn. I'm known for doing that.
Once the tank is full, I make my way back onto the road. I'm getting close. Solie is going to be in my arms in less than 24 hours, or least, I hope she would. That boy toy of hers may still be in the picture.
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Novela JuvenilAbandoned as a child. Found and raised by a widow. It's shocking the life I live. But not as shocking as my kidnapper's who I might have actually, kind of, sort of, fell in love with... My friends are barely holding up without me. And my only famil...
