Long Way Home

3: I just really hate gas stations

As I was driving I started shaking my legs and twisting around in my seat. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Carter asked.

"I have to pee, badly", I said.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, we've been driving for an hour and look, there's a gas station right there."

"We aren't that far from the airport can't you hold it?"

"No! It won't take long, I'll just be a minute," I said and quickly pulled over into the gas station. "Do you don't have to use it?"

"Nope, my boy can hold it in forever, I call him Oscar," Carter said. I rolled my eyes at him and got out. There was an old man sitting behind the counter looking at a magazine.

"Hey, can I use your bathroom, it's an emergency. I've been driving for hours and-"

He grabbed a key from the side of the counter and handed it to me without looking up.

The bathroom was disgusting and dirty, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. After I went I washed my hands about 20 times. I dropped the key back on the counter as I walked out.

"Ugh, bout time you were finished," Carter said and ran toward the door.

"Woah, where are you going?"

"the bathroom.." he said holding his junk.

"Mhm, I thought Oscar could handle it?"

"Oh, shut up. And fill up the gas tank would you, we're running a little low!" he said.

"Just hurry up!" I said and walked back to the car and pulled out a cigarette from my jacket pocket. Then a van pulled up next to me and two men jumped out.

"Hey sweetheart," one of them said as he started to put the gas in his van. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. I was starting to set up the gas tank as the other guy walked in to the store. I could see him walking around just looking around. The man behind the counter started talking to him and he didn't answer back. Carter finally came out the bathroom and went to give back the key, when the other guy pulled out a gun.

I gasped, then went to pull out my phone to call the police. But the other guy ran over and grabbed me. "I wouldn't do that sweetie."

The guy with the gun pointed it at both Carter and the man. The man behind the counter pulled out his own gun and started shooting. Carter ducked down and started crawling back to the door, trying not to get hit in the crossfire. "Oh, shit," the guy holding me said when he saw his friend get hit. The guy let me go and jumped back into the car and quickly pulled off.

Carter ran out toward me and I could see the cashier was calling the cops now. "That stuff never looks as scary in the movie, holy shit I almost pissed my pants." he said panting against the car. "He could've shot me, right there."

"Yeah, and the jerk cracked my phone screen," I said picking it up and putting back into my pocket.

"I almost died, and you're talking about your phone?"

"But you didn't get hurt and my phone did."

"Wow, thanks." he said. "You know this is your fault right?"

"MY FAULT?!?" I yelled. "How in the hell is it my fault?"

"You're the one who had to pee so bad."

"Yeah, and we would have been a long time ago if Oscar could've held it like you said."

"Ugh, I just really hate gas stations," he commented as I pulled off.