Page 42 of His Big Bad Stick

It still has some battery life to it.

And I have service.

So this is a far cry from a horror movie then.

I open the maps app to see where the hell I am. I pinch my fingers on the screen to zoom out. I can’t believe how far we are from the city.

I did tell Colver I didn’t want to be in the city…

He did tell me he had somewhere he could take me…

There are texts waiting for me too.

Where did you run off to?

Look, I hope you realize I had nothing to do with this. Whatever you’re thinking or feeling, that’s on you.

Figures - you just go silent. Things get heavy and you’re quiet. Fuck you then, Abrielle.

Need I send over some of the legal documents to remind you of what we are?

I ignore the texts and put my phone back into my pocket.

I walk off the ground level porch and look back at the cabin.

It’s a dirty, dark brown looking cabin.

Very rustic and old.

I love it.

The sky is lighting up with the new day.

Stripes of yellow and orange with hints of pink streak across the sky.

My fingertips twitch.

I wish I was painting right now.

It’s still about me! These are my ideas! This is my hard work! I own my thoughts!

I take a few steps toward the massive pickup truck.

I can easily just drive off.

Then apologize later to Colver for all of this.

“You forget the key.”

I gasp and spin around.

Colver’s standing in the doorway.

He flicks his wrist and sends the key sailing through the air toward me.

I catch it. I swallow hard.

“That’s what you’re doing, right? Thinking about leaving? Go ahead. If that’s what you want to do.”

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