Riley

Ch.2

I rub my eyes and squint into the daylight. I groan at the sharp pain in my neck from sleeping against the window. I groan a second time as the sound of old mullet-rock fills my poor ears. I look in disgust at Dean as he bobs his head in rhythm to the 'music'. He notices me looking at him and laughs.

"What's the matter? Never heard real music before?" He says, smirking. I'm sure now that my face shows my disgust deepening because Sam chuckles from the back.

"Hey, it's better than that pansy-punk crap you listen too!" He grumbled.

Oh. Hell. No. He. Did. Not. Just.

My eyes widened and my jaw clenched.

"Fuck. You." I said through my teeth while giving him the finger.

"What did you just say to me?!" He snapped, looking at me angrily.

"Did I fucking stutter?!" I snapped back. I swear if he pulls another wanna-be-dad stunt, I might kill him.

"You're gonna have to learn a little respect!" He spat. The words just sounded so ridiculous coming from his mouth. Sam laughed, undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

"What the hell are you laughin' at?! Not like you'd do any better! You'd probably try to convince her to run away to law school!" He said playfully.

"Ha! That'd be better than what you're doing!" Sam spat, a little less playful.

"Jerk." He added after a slight pause.

"Bitch." Replied Dean.

"Asshole." I added, getting smirks in return.

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A couple hours later, we pulled into a gas station, and refilled.

"I'm gonna go pay for the gas and get some snacks, you want anything?" Dean asked Sam.

"No, I just need to 'go'." Sam replied, getting out of the car.

"C'mon." Dean said to me. "I'm not leaving you her alone."

I groan and slowly get out of the car. I had to pee anyway.

It was annoyingly hot inside and there was a weird smell in the air. Ew. I started to make my way to the back where the restrooms were, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Woah, where'd you think you're going?" Dean said accusingly.

Seriously?

"I'm just going to pee, damn!" I snapped.

He held me a moment longer. "Fine, but make it quick."

Ugh what an ass. I continued on into the disgusting excuse for a bathroom. After putting layers of toilet paper on the lid, I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest. I obviously didn't have any business to do in here, I just needed to think.

I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, thinking of the things Dean had said and things my mom used to say. Thoughts of words still yet to come also played at my mind. Words that were sure to be painful and leave a sickness in the pit of my stomach. Every second I spent with Dean I could feel the tension. I could feel how unwanted I was, and how, once whatever was happening was over, he would leave the first chance he got. I remember how my heart ached when I first met them. The little girl inside jumped at the thought of finding my father, but was smashed down by the older, more intelligent side of me. I knew no one would ever want me as their friend, let alone their kid. So why get any closer to them? Why burden myself with getting to know them just to be left in the dust?

The rattling pipes pulled me away from my thoughts. The pluming in here was probably terrible. I checked my watch. 5 minutes had passed. That paranoid son of a bitch will probably come looking for me any second now. I had to get out of here. I had to get away before he dragged me back to the car and destroyed any chance I had at escape. It had to be now.

I stood up and looked around. I hadn't realised how incredibly small the room was until I took two steps forward and was in front of the sink. It was cramped into the corner and gave just enough room for the door to swing open. I looked up at the wall next to me and found there to be a small ventilation window that looked just big enough for me to squeeze through.

I lifted myself onto the sink and pushed at the thick plastic sliders over the window. They were relatively sturdy, but not enough to prevent my escape. I pulled off my plaid flannel and wrapped it tightly around my fist and punched the plastic. It cracked slightly and when I punched it again, it gave way. I pulled it from the slot and let it fall to the ground and stared through the window into the small patch of woods behind the gas station. I inhaled and pulled myself up through the window. I was almost out until my belt caught on the opening. Then I heard knocking on the door and Deans voice saying "Hey, you done yet? Lets go!"

I panicked and yanked myself free a little too fast and launched myself out and roughly onto the ground. I groaned and sat for a moment to catch my breath. That's gonna leave a gnarly bruise. I pushed myself up and began to head towards the woods, clutching my aching ribs. I heard the door to the bathroom burst open and quickened my pace. Just before I reached the woods I heard Dean cry out "Son of a bitch!" And a sound that was probably him kicking the door.

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I pushed through the brush of the woods, still clutching my chest. Damn, it hurt. I stopped and leaned my back against a tree and pulled up my shirt. There was a huge purple and blue bruise over my ribs on my right side. I must have landed on a rock or something. I let my shirt fall back in place and rest my head back against the tree.

I had been walking for at least an hour, far enough that Dean would probably decide I was long gone. If it wasn't for my damaged ribs and sore ankle, I would be. I needed to keep moving, but I was so tired. I slowly slid down to the ground and closed my eyes. I figured if they hadn't found me yet, I could spare an hour or two to rest and when I woke, I would have more energy.

My eyes twitched and my thoughts wandered. My head then fell to the side as I fell asleep.

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