Backwoods

Chapter 6

Thomas had never felt this way before. His heart was breaking worse than ever before. His hands struggled to grasp at the steering wheel of the old Hewitt truck. It swayed back and forth on the dirt road as Thomas struggled to get a hold of himself. 

He was convinced you wanted nothing to do with him. That he was a monster and vile being not even fit to call human any longer. 

Everything horrible thing he had ever been called or told began to resurface as he was forced to pull over as his breathing became short and labored. He was hyperventilating. The cabin of the truck was suddenly far too small and he felt like he was suffocating. 

Throwing open the door to the truck Thomas stumbled out and gasped for air as he wandered from the truck wanting to escape from this world. Escape from this pain. 

Unable the sudden wave a raw emotions clawing their way out of him. Thomas let out a horrible roar of everything he had pent up over the years. It was all coming undone for you. He was spiraling and he couldnt stop it now. 

Collapsing to his knees Thomas no longer held back as tears streamed from his eyes staining his cheeks under his mask. His mind was a mess and he couldnt think. He just wanted to be happy. All he ever wanted was to be happy. 

The sun had began to set when Mrs Hewitt began to worry. With Thomas no where to be found and the truck still not home she knew something was wrong. 

He had always told her in some way or another if he was going t stay out or stay over at the neighbors place. Seeing no other option Mrs Hewitt dragged Hyott out of his room and the two started their search driving along the main road hoping for some clue as to where he vanished to. 

With daylight fading and no sign of her son, Mrs Hewitt was forced to return home to a long and sleepless night. She hadn't a clue what might have happened to him but the worst plagued her mind. 

Seeing no other option she opted to call you the next morning praying you knew something of his whereabouts. 

The morning didn't come soon enough for Mrs Hewitt as she had the ringer in hand at the first sign of dawn. 

You hadn't slept well that night either feeling so torn and emotionally drained from everything. You hated to admit it but you cared deeply for Thomas. You just wished you could go back and unseen what you had, live in peaceful ignorance of his sickening hobbies. 

The phones shrill ring startled you terribly. Still recovering from the sudden surprise you quietly answer the phone only for Mrs Hewitt's voice to answer you. 

Confused and a bit worried at first you listened to her tale of what had happened the night before and how Thomas had still yet to return. 

You gulped nervously as the same thoughts that had plagued Mrs Hewitt now infected you. 

You admitted you had not seen him or heard from him after he left the previous morning. 

Thanking you for your help Mrs Hewitt quickly hung up the phone as she readied to go out to search again praying the worst had yet to happen. 

You didn't hesitant for a moment as you hang up and the phone and ran upstairs. You hastily dressed your self in the previous days clothes as you rushed out to begin your own search for the missing man.