I want to sleep for a hundred years, but I can’t.
Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still dark out. This motel is a real shithole, but it’s the only place I could afford with the fifty bucks I stole from the trucker who was nice enough to give me a ride.
I never stopped running from Parkfields. I didn’t look back. Just forward as I ran for my life. Each turn I took, I expected to be greeted by the police, ready to be dragged back to the hospital and dreading the worst.
But when I saw the red brake lights of the logging truck which stopped ahead, I knew I had made it.
I didn’t think twice as I jumped into his truck and told him I didn’t care where we went, I just needed to be far away from Parkfields. He seemed nice enough, happy for the company. He didn’t ask any questions, not that he
