Don’t Care Anymore
Twenty-Two: Tray
It has been five long days. Very long days as we mostly travel at nighttime. Switching out cars every time I stop. Staying in hourly hotels that the s*x workers use to stay off the radar of anyone one looking to close. Every time we stop, I try to talk some sense into Todd, but he just gets angrier and angrier at me. Now he just refuses to talk to me at all. I sigh looking at the GPS and notice that we are only an hour away from where we need to be. I cannot wait. Ree, the witch whom I’m working with promised to make everything right. I will have Todd once more, she promised me.
I turn the music off and I can hear Todd in the trunk kicking and doing anything he can to make noise. We are in a rural area and nobody else is on the roads. I haven’t seen a
