Like he found me amusing.
“R-right. Of course,” the boy stuttered. Like me, he could sense danger when it was right in front of him.
“Why don’t you go get gas for your truck? I’ve got this.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. What could I say to that?
Something told me I shouldn’t let him take care of anything for me. I didn’t want to end up owing him anything.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t like owing him anything.
But he didn’t give me a choice. He turned me around and gently pushed me out the door, the bag of candy still in my hand. It wasn’t until I was halfway to my car that I realized he shouldn’t have known I came in there for gas.
I looked back at the gas station, but the way the sun was reflected in the windows made it hard for me to look inside. I turned back around and walked up to the truck.
My heart thudded loudly in my ears as I tried to remember how to pump gas.
Actually, I didn’t know how.
I had never done it before.
My hands clenched into tight fists at my sides.
What was I supposed to do now?
The idea of going back inside and asking for help, from either the weird boy or the dangerous man, held no appeal.
I looked around, but it didn’t look like anyone else was pumping their gas.
Tears stung my eyes.
Fuck, this was useless.
I was useless.
How could I possibly get to California now?
What would I even do once I got there?
I didn’t know how to survive in this world, let alone live in it.
I closed my eyes as a single tear escaped.
Fuck.
I sniffed and wiped at my wet eyes. When I opened them, a large shadow fell over me. I jumped in surprise.
For a moment, I thought it was the same man from the gas station, but no, this was a different man.
My breath caught.
This man wasn’t as beautiful as the man in the gas station.
Whereas the man in the gas station looked and felt fiery hot, like a destructive explosion just waiting to happen, this man was ice cold.
I shivered slightly when he turned his dark eyes my way.
I couldn’t decide if they were black or brown, but whatever color his eyes were, I was sure they were one-hundred-percent devil.