The Runaway. Part 2: The Encounter

Posted: July 3, 2015 in Uncategorized
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I was scared to death as Amanda grabbed my hand through the window. My heart was racing faster than it ever has. I would never imagine someone reaching through a window and grabbing me. At first I thought she was trying to scare me, but the whole time that I stared at her through the window she refused to stop screaming, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was completely shattered with what ever happened out there, tonight. That’s when I figured that this was probably serious.
I hurried to the door and opened it to comfort her as much as I could, asking her if she was okay, in which she said no as she cried harder. I walked her over to the couch that and asked her to talk to me about what happened. We sat there for a few minutes, before finally she snorted the snot back into her nose and began to tell the story:  They were running low on their only bottle of UV Blue that she had bought for quarters. She didn’t want to give up the game because of the loss of alcohol, so she told everyone that her and Alex (Her boyfriend) would be back in a few. They left in Alex’s small crap Ford Taurus. They forgot that it was a ten minute drive there and ten back, so they tried to speed their way through the time. They got their within five minutes, got the booze, and started to head back to the country home. But as they came around the old prison site, A man started to follow them. Amanda said that at first they were worried about it being a cop since Alex was smashed while driving, they feared they were swerving too much. That wasn’t the case though, the guy behind them started to go really fast, and got on the side of their car, he began to turn into the lane forcing the car off the road. Amanda was screaming at the truck to quit being a prick, but he did it again. This time Alex lost control of the car and ended up in a ditch. The truck, the old man was driving, stopped instantly and he got out. No one was injured in the wreck, Alex jumped out of the car acting big and bad, an attitude that he has most of the time, but as Alex got closer he realized the old man had a shovel in his hand. This pumped Alex up even more, to the point that Alex swung on the old man. He missed and went straight pass the man and on to the ground. The old man showed no remorse and he walked over to the drunk teen and stomped on his head.
Amanda is now hyperventilating as she is telling me the fully story. She left him in the middle of the road with that man standing over him, she though that he had been dead from the big steel-toed-boots landing against his temple. “He would have wanted me to run back to safety anyways.” She mumbled through the saliva that she was producing through the sobbing. I am holding on tightly to her, trying to convince her that it isn’t her fault, agreeing that she did the right thing. As she was crying violently on my shoulder, I asked her what this creep looked like.
She stops sobbing for a few seconds with a concentrated look on her face, I figured she must have not been able to see him very well, but as I started to doubt, she begins to pour out details so clear, it felt as if I was there in front of him. He was an old man that had really scruffy facial hair, if she would say so, he hadn’t showered in days. He looked homeless with his dirty shirt and ripped overalls. She tells me that he was injured. He had cuts on his face, cuts that seemed to be made by a knife, and that he was bleeding from the arms, to the extent that he was dripping blood on the ground as he walked towards them.
She stops for a few seconds to stop herself from crying for a few more seconds, then continues to tell me that he was missing all of his teeth, that he might have had one or two, but they were rotted and that as he stomped on his head he let a sick laugh that you would only hear in a home for crazy people, leaving chills down her spines as she was frozen watching her man quit moving and as she ran away.
I have no idea on how to comfort her at this point, what she saw tonight was more than anyone could handle. I know if it was me, I wouldn’t be able to find my way back to this home, let alone run away from this man.
“Lets just thank God that he didn’t follow you back.” I attempt to make her feel better, but this didn’t work, she digs her head deeper into my shoulder and cries louder than ever before.
“Yes, Let’s be glad the man didn’t follow you home, to the only other house in this territory.” The head of a shovel clanks against the wood floor. I turn around to see this man, a man that looks exactly as she described him. He was holding a bloody shovel smiling big at me. Amanda turns around as she heard the man, and jumps back screaming “That is the man, the man that killed Alex!” He let a dark laugh out and squinted. “Now it’s your turn!”  I jump off the couch. As we got off the couch though, the man begins to charge at us.


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