f**k, my head hurts. That f*****g prick hit me too damn hard. He left a f*****g gash on my head too. f**k. I look into Lisa’s eyes as tears well up into them. I moan low as I roll over and grab her hand firmly. We are going to make it, baby. I know we are.
We lay in the bed of the truck as we feel him slosh us around. We do as he said and keep our heads down and out of the public eye. We don’t want him to kill us as soon as we get to where we are going, even if death would be a better fate than what he probably had planned for us.
After we stopped, he came back around and slung the tail gait open. “Get out,” he ordered. We didn’t move. “I said get out! Get the f**k out now! Move!” His screaming caused Lisa to jump. Don’t worry darling, I’m not going to let him hurt you. “Move!” He pull
