Edge of the Road

Chapter 2

 Tim did the same reaction as what everyone else did. He drove to the side and briefly stopped. The Police passed us. "I think that answers your question." he said. 

Shortly after the false alarm, the gas light flickered by the steering wheel. "We're running low on gas." he said. "Do you know where the nearest gas station is?" I asked. "I have no idea," he said. "But after what this car has been through, I think we should leave it at rest." I stared at the glassless window. We were now by a rural area. And it's getting dark.

I checked my phone for the time. 6:37. I had 17 miss calls, 12 voice mails and 9 text messages from mom. I first dialed my voice mail. "Willa! Willa! Where are you?! I've been calling you. Why won't you pick up the phone? Call me back as soon as you get this message." mom said, worriedly. I automatically deleted the next 5 or 6 messages. "Willa. Where the hell are you?! You better answer your freaking phone! What the hell is going on?! Don't make me get the cops to hunt you down!" she said, with gritted teeth. I deleted the rest, besides the last two messages. I don't need to hear worse from mom.  "Willa, just please answer your phone. I just called Jerome, he said that Tim isn't home, either. Are you two together?" her second to last message said. "Ok, Willa, it's fine if you don't wanna call me back. I just wanna know if you're safe. That's all that matters. You don't have to tell me where you are, just please let me know if you're safe. If you and Tim are safe. I love you." her last message. Her texts were basically the same as her voice mails. 

I thought about replying until Tim asked, "What's wrong?" I shifted in my seat. "Nothing, just mom called  and texted. Did Jerome call or text you?" I said. He pulled his phone out, he frowned. "Yeah, he definitely did. Even texted wonderful threats." he said sarcasticly. "Doesn't surprise me. I'm just glad we ran away from that hell hole." he said quietly. Jerome is Tim's step-dad. And let's just say they don't get along well.  "What about your mom?" I said. "She'll be fine," he replied. "I think, leaving their lives won't affect them that much." he sighed. "They still got Ty." Ty is Tim's little step-brother. He's disabled, so they pay more attention to him than to Tim. "Tim, of coarse it'll affect their lives. You're the first son your mom had. Why would you think that they don't care about you?" I said. "I don't know, it just seems like they're better off without me. I mean, think about  it, why would they need a 17-year-old troublemaker? It's just extra shit to carry. I'm surprised they haven't kicked me out yet." he shrugged. I felt bad for him. It just wasn't right for his step-dad to treat him like trash, when he's a good person. To show sympathy, I held his hand. "Well, just so you know, if they would, know that my door is always open." He smiled.

"Where are we?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "We getting closer to the northern side of the state." he replied. "That means we're gonna be expecting white, rich, snobby ass people."  I laughed. "Sounds like you." Tim laughed. "Hey, I'm not rich. My parents are." I snorted. "Mmmhmm." Tim turned on the little light. He took out his wallet and showed me what it contained. There was two credit or debit cards, a few coupons, three gift cards, and $1. "Lemme see that. You probably hid it somewhere here." I said, trying to snatch it out of his hands. "Hey! No!" he said. The car swivered. I finally grabbed it from him. "Ha, got it!" Tim tried to get it back, but my moves were too good for him. I checked his every slot in his wallet, and found nothing. I was gonna give it back, until I realized there was one pocket I didn't check. "Wait!" I opened the slot, and saw there was a picture of two people. "Oooh, Tim, who's this your girlfriend?" I said, not even looking at it. "Gimme that!" He snatched it outta my hand. "Wait! I didn't even see it!" I said, taking it back. "No,Willa." he said, helplessly. I saw the picture. It was Tim and I. We were at the carnival last year, and we were sharing a massive size cotton candy. The cotton candy was in the center, covering half of our faces. We looked so happy. Tim grabbed the picture and the wallet back. "I told you to give it back." he said, looking both irritated and embarassed. He put it back into his wallet and slipped it back into his pocket. I smiled. I took out my wallet and pulled out the same picture. I showed it to him. He took the picture, examining it, then lightly kissed it, and gave it back. I smiled, kissed it too, and tucked it safely in my wallet.

A few moments later,  I heard noises coming from the car. It was like something moving in the back. The sounds were coming from the trunk. "Tim, do you hear that?" I said, quietly. He was quiet, listening intently. The noise was erupting again. "Maybe it's this old beat up car. I think it's dying." he said. "No, wait. Shhh, listen." I whispered. "If it really bothers you we can check it out later when we get there." he said. "Get where?" I asked. "You'll see." 

After about five minutes with violent sounds from the car, Tim finally reached to his destination. He lead us to an area with houses and buildings. We were somewhere full of cars. He drove all the way at the end of the parking lot, where there was barely any light. "What are we doing here?" I asked Tim, nervously. I felt like something bad was going to happen. It's not usual, to be driven to a corner of a parking lot, full of empty cars, with a big guy. "Oh, good, no cameras." he said, looking out the window, checking the ceiling. "Tim, why are we here?" I said, trying to hide the panic in my voice. "Cause we're, I mean, I'm gonna do something, but we can't get caught." he said, with adrenaline in his eyes. The noise still going. Tim is starting to scare me now. My heart's racing and palms are starting to sweat. I started to slowly grab my pepper spray my dad supplied me from my pocket. "Tim, what are we doing here?" I said sternly. "First, we're gonna check out what's out in the trunk," he said, clutching the the handle of the door. Oh god. What if he plans to do something to me that wasn't good? What if he told me to get into this car, because he had someone already hiding in it? Maybe an ally. Someone who can help him to trap me.  My thoughts raced. As he started to open the door, I opened mine first. Tim didn't say anything, but had that look with a wrinkled eyebrow. We walked to the trunk of the car. As he started to turn the key and open the trunk, I walked slowly backwards away. I need to keep my distance. I thought. What could be in there?

He opened it, and I saw his eyes widened. "Oh my god." he said. I didn't fall for it, he probably was trying to get me closer to him, closer to the trap. I didn't go near him, but I got a small glance at what it was. I saw something moving. My first thought was It's an animal.  I couldn't see clear because of the shadow of the trunk covered it's insides. Then I saw that Tim didn't touch it, and usually he would touch anything moving that was alive. Curiosity had got to me, so I took one step closer. Then I saw what it truly was. It was a girl, duck tape on her mouth and rope tied to her hands and feet. I saw part of her face, her forehead full of sweat, scared eyes filled with tears, crying for her life.

Woah, I just realized, that was pretty long intense chapter. Tell me, do you guys like long chapters or short? When I write, I write purely everything that comes into my head. Then afterwards, (the FUN part) I edit my msitkes becuaes i dnt thk yall wuld understnd.i hop u gys lked it tho. plaese vtoe nad comnet 

tnx fo raedin 

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