The moment we start to get closer to the town, where I’m supposed to get off, I ask Jake where they are. He tells me they’re about to make their last turn, before stopping at the bus station. As I hear those words, I can’t help but feel relief overwhelm me. Okay. They’re here. Just a little longer and I’m safe.
Beelzebub sleeps tight on my lap, not knowing what’s going on around her. I already start untying her leash of the handle, wanting to be as much prepared as possible for when I need to hop off. I don’t want to waste a second.
“We’re here,” Jake suddenly informs me, making my eyes shoot forward. We’re just passing the sign with ‘Piketon’ written on it, and I can spot a gas station in the distance. Just a little more and we’re there.
I watch anxiously as we turn left by the next ga
