Six Hours of Torture
Forty-Six: Ilaria
I had drove for two hours with the pedal to the floorboard. Driving in a gas guzzling van the gas went quick. Now I’m at a backwater gas station that is creepy as hell. I leave the pump in the tank as I go inside to get some bottled water’s and bandages for Tony. I had put on a clean shirt from my backpack before going inside. I don’t think going in with a bloody shirt is a good idea. The old man behind the register watches every move I make as I get items off the shelf. For some reason his staring at me gives me the heebie jeebies.
“That will be twenty-five dollars and seventy-two cents.” The old guy says as he spits a stream of tobacco juice out of his mouth making me cringe. I dig the last of my cash out of the bottom of my backpack. Handing ove
