Twenty Letters

Chapter 2

                                                                                   Chapter 2

        Kathryn slowly trudged up the dirt road, her whole body achy from walking all day, when all of the sudden she heard a noise coming from behind her a ways back down the road. Then in no time two headlights appeared over the hilltop that belonged to a pick-up truck heading towards her. Realizing that the truck was approaching a lot faster than she thought, she flung herself and her baggage to the side of the gravel road. No sooner had she hit the ground pretty hard, had the truck sped past, going way faster than the speed limit.

        “Wow, what a moron,” thought Kathryn.

        Then in almost a matter of seconds the truck came to a screeching halt and started to back up. At this point Kathryn was too angry to worry about her safety, despite the weird feelings she had earlier as she started off. As the truck came to a stop a couple feet in front of her, she stormed over to the driver’s side just as the driver himself, a guy around her age, was slamming his car door shut.

        “What the heck! You almost killed me! Shouldn’t you have your brights on or something and you definitely shouldn’t be going that fast! What were you think—“

        “Wait, how is this MY fault!?” the driver said cutting her off, which she did not appreciate one bit. “YOU were the one walking in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night, when its pitch dark outside! What kind of idiot would do that?”

           With all the pent up anger and frustration she had held inside, she said,

        “Well call me an idiot then. An idiot who doesn’t have money for a car, whose dad she never knew and mom she buried this morning, whose house and everything in it were just taken away. An idiot for trying to find a safe place to live and the only way to get there was by foot. Yeah, call me an idiot.”

        With that Kathryn stomped over to where her suitcase and guitar were thrown on the side of the road, picked them up and started walking away. By the look on his face she must have shocked him pretty good.

        “Good,” thought Kathryn, he has no right to yell at me with the day I’ve had.

        Just when she started to believe that she’d shut him up for good, she heard him yell.

        “Wait!”

        Kathryn didn’t even look back, just kept on walking down the road. She heard him running behind to catch up with her. She didn’t care and wanted to get rid of this guy, whoever he was.

        “Hold up,” the guy said as he moved to block her path.

        “Get out of my way,” she said sternly.

        “No,” he said crossing his arms. Kathryn did the same mirroring his position, but with a little more sass and hips.

        “Excuse me? Why don’t you just get back into your little old truck and continue on your way, which would pretty much make my night.”

        “Well you see I can’t just leave a pretty damsel in distress now can I?” he said with a little smirk and a hint of laughter in his eyes.

        “Ugh! I am no damsel in distress! What will it take for you to leave?”

        His face softening, the guy said, “Look I’m sorry I almost hit you. You were right, I wasn’t paying attention. I had just come from seeing my girl…ah…ex-… never mind, and I was pretty mad so I kind of gunned it down the road. I didn’t think anyone would be out.”