I need to be like her. So, I ask myself what she would do. Immediately, I know she’d do anything to survive and then she would rain down hell on her enemy.
I plan my movements slowly and deliberately praying that by some miracle Quinn wakes up and takes this bastard out.
“I need to get my medicine,” I lie. If given the opportunity I will get the knife Quinn had in his glovebox and save myself.
“No time.” His voice is gruff.
“Please. I’m diabetic,” I lie further.
“You better not be lying.”
I shake my head. “I’m not. I swear. I think I left it in the truck.”
“Then I’ll get it.” He doesn’t give me time to argue. He opens the truck door and starts pilfering through our things.
I nudge Quinn with my foot lightly, but he doesn’t move. He’s still breathing. I can see the steady rise and fall of his chest and it gives me hope.
Climbing down from the truck, I look around for a weapon. The shovel is on the ground, and I start to make a move to grab it when the asshole slams the door shut.
“Can’t find it. I’ll take my chances. Momma will know what to do. She’s gonna love you. And your long hair.”
“Momma?”
“Stop talking.” He presses his hands to his ears. This guy is certifiable. But maybe if he has a Momma or whatever she can help me get away from him, unless she’s as crazy as he is.
He grabs my wrist with his gloved hand and jerks me forward.
“Can I get my shoes?”
His only response is to grunt and pull me along. The bed of the forest floor shreds the bottoms of my feet. A stick or a pebble jabs the heel of my foot and I yelp in pain.
This dick doesn’t even slow down to see that I am okay. Jerk.
; I’m not sure how long we walk for or how far from Quinn we have gone. It is dark, and everything looks the same. The trail we are on isn’t marked.
Eventually we come to a cabin. I can’t tell much about it from the outside.
A radio on the porch is playing some old timey banjo picking music.
He pushes the door open and a dim light spills onto the porch.
“You live out here in the woods?”
He doesn’t respond to my question. Only shoves me through the doorway. It’s small and looks to only be two rooms. The sparse amount of light is provided by a kerosene lamp.
“Be quiet. Momma is resting, and we need to wash that smell off you. Momma won’t like you stinking up her house.”
There is a tub in the middle of the room.
“Here change into this.” He shoves a robe at me. “It’s Momma’s but we won’t tell her.” He smiles at me in this strange way that makes my stomach churn.
He starts tugging on my clothes and I move to comply with his demand.
As I am changing he latches the door. I don’t know if it to keep me in or Quinn out.
Thinking of Quinn my heart sinks.