She's tired of being on the road (2-21-18 Daily Flash Fiction WINNER)
|I sat in the passenger's seat mindlessly twirling one tendril of hair around my index finger. Alex was driving, singing along with Ed Sheeran on the radio. We've been on the road for hours. I stared out of the window at the blur of trees. It would be dark, soon.
"We're almost there, sweetheart." He reached his hand over to mine and held it, "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Where are we?"
"Ten miles away from the Louisiana border."
"I need to use the bathroom."
"Okay, I'll stop at the first gas station I see." True to his word, he pulled into the parking lot of a well-lit gas station and convenience store. He turned to me, grabbed my neck and began to squeeze tightly. His gentle face turned sinister.
"I don't need to remind you of the rules, do I?"
"Good girl." He kissed me roughly. I hated his kisses. He slobbers when he kisses. I wiped my mouth.
"You forgot to uncuff me."
"Oops, my bad," he went through the keys on his ring, found the right one, then, unfastened my leg irons. I went inside to use the bathroom. Afterwards, I saw him at the counter buying junk food and making small talk with the clerk. I wish we would stop for a meal; I was getting so tired of eating candy bars and chips. I would ask, but, I don't want to make him mad. I'm still bruised from the last time. I just want to go home.
I walked over to where he was as he was finishing his transaction. The clerk looked at me, then looked at my faded photo on the missing child flyer taped to the counter.
"You okay, darlin'?"
"Please help me," I whimpered.
2-21-18 Daily Flash Fiction Winner
Prompt: "Where are we?"