Page 2 of Reckless

Falling asleep here is a bad idea, even for me.

Getting up, I walk to the road and look left and right. Nothing is coming. Only that one RV that passed a while ago. I can either head back to the hotel or follow the RVs direction.

Walking away from my old life seems to be the best choice. So I head after the person listening to Yungblud. The chances of them being a murderer are pretty slim, right? Shit, they're long gone. I don't need to worry about them.

I push my hands into the pockets of my jeans and walk. By the time the sun is breaking on the horizon, my feet are killing me and I’m so hungry I could eat roadkill if I passed it. Maybe that's an exaggeration. I'm not that far gone.

There have been no cars on the road. A niggle of concern hit a couple of miles back. It feels like I’ve walked out of civilian life and wandered into this beautiful, empty place. I can’t keep wandering. I need to find a gas station or something and contact Cody.

I imagine he’s about lost his shit by now. Our band name, Reckless Soul is very apt right now. This is not just reckless, it's insanity. There has got to be a gas station near here.

After another fifteen minutes, I reach a clearing that leads away from the highway. The Yungblud RV is parked up on the grass verge, nestled by some trees. It’s all quiet now, no loud music. The sun is barely up and I don’t see any lights or movement coming from inside.

Glancing down at myself, I wonder what they’ll think if I knock on the door.

Yeah, I look like a lunatic who will scare anyone in that RV.

Further down, away from the road, I notice water. I have no idea if it’s drinkable, but I’m thirsty as shit. With one last look at the RV, I turn and head down the slope to the lake. My eyes hurt where the rising sun hits the surface of the water, reflecting into my face, and I lift a hand to shield them.

The sound of my heavy boots trampling down the grass as I approach, makes me feel like I’m intruding on this place. In my full black outfit, shit kicker boots, tattoos and miserable face. I don’t belong.

There is a small outcrop of rocks, so I head that way, looking at the water to see if it’s safe to drink. It’ll be okay to wash my face at least. I kneel and scoop up a few handfuls of water, tossing it on my face, then over my hair. It smells ok, so I risk a taste from the palm of my hand.

It tastes… mossy. I gag and spit it out. Yeah, not safe for drinking.

The RV is looking more appealing. Solene would laugh her ass off now if she could see me. After kicking my ass for scaring everyone with my disappearance.

It’s still early, so I decide to wait and see who comes out of the RV before I approach. Hopefully they don’t start up and drive away.

About thirty minutes later, the door to the RV opens and a woman steps out.

She doesn’t notice me at first and I wait to see if someone else will follow, but it’s only her. She stands barefoot in the grass and stretches her arms out to the side, tipping her head back with her eyes closed as she stretches and enjoys the morning sun.

Her long auburn hair curls down her spine and swings as she turns and opens a compartment on the side of the RV. I take the time to study her as she goes about setting up a small table. She has pale blue shorts on that show off her long tan legs. Her blouse is white and billowy and I can see the outline of a sports bra beneath it.

It’s hard to make out her face from this distance, but I can hear her singing and I smile because she has a pleasant voice. She disappears back inside the RV, and I get down off the rock I’m sitting on.

When she steps back out, with a mug in her hand, she looks right at me. She stops on the steps, her eyes meeting mine.

Fuck, she looks nervous. I hold up both hands, though how that reassures her is anyone’s guess. Instead of approaching, I wave. What the fuck?

After a moment, she holds up a hand, a frown on her face.

“Hi,” I call.

“Hi,” she says back, her head tilting as she takes the last couple of steps down, so her bare feet are in the grass.

“I’m lost,” I say.

“That’s what an axe murderer would say,” she points out.

I can’t help but snort a laugh at that. “That could be your murder van,” I reply.

Her lip tilts, and she glances back at the RV. “True.”

The wind kicks up and blows her hair across her face. She catches it and brushes it back. I take a few steps closer. She’s still a good distance away and although I can’t make out the color of her eyes, I imagine they’re as beautiful as she is. All of my focus goes onto her. There’s something ethereal about her, all that red hair and gorgeous body.

It’s like I’ve walked into a fucking fantasy. I snap myself out of it, but as I do, I notice her studying me. Shit, does she recognize me?

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