Unexpected

5.

[chapter v]

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𝖅𝖆𝖉𝖆

We hadn't gone that far out of Minneapolis. He stopped at an empty parking lot, lying back in his seat. It was evident that he was getting tired from all the driving. I had zoned out during the ride, gazing at the dark trees and the glowing moon. I could only wonder if they had found the letter yet and how they reacted to it. I didn't regret it but I didn't want to hurt them. I had to do what I thought was best for me. If I stayed there, it would've only gotten worser.

"Why are we stopping?" I ask, looking over at him in the dull lighted car.

"I think we should rest here for a while before we start back driving."

I breathed an 'okay' before looking down at nothing. I looked back up hearing his deep, tired voice. "Do you think this was a good idea?"

"You were the one sayin' we should do it and now you're second-guessing?" I questioned in a calm tone. I needed him to help me understand what I'm hearing.

"Well, my father used all the money. We don't have any money to eat anything, sometime soon we're gonna have to fill the car back up..."

My brows raise in surprise. "How much was it?"

"Apparently enough to by a car. All I know is we have to do something to get us some money. You need to eat."

"You need to eat too."

"I'd rather die of starvation before I let you." He mumbled with a clear genuine meaning that even my tired brain couldn't decipher at that moment.

Damn.

"Don't say that." He had the butterflies in my stomach tied up.

"Okay." He closed his eyes as he laid his head on the headrest of the seat. "I was thinking I could sell my guitar. I thought about giving the car back to the dealership and getting my money back but we need it."

"I can sell my earrings."

His eyes snapped open, turning his head to me. "Aren't those the ones I gave you?"

"Yeah."

"Don't. They look pretty on you. And they cost a lot of money."

I could feel my cheeks turn red at the compliment. "Yeah but, we need the money. And I bought you that guitar for your birthday that costed way more than these earrings so..."

After a long pause. "Alright. First thing in the morning." It was two in the morning according to what I could see on his watch.

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He climbed back into the car. "Now we have two thousand dollars in our hands." He drove four hours to Wisconsin and thankfully found a place to sell his guitar and my earrings to. Won't he do it? I didn't think we'd make it four hours before the car eventually ran out of gas.

"I need a blunt." I expressed. He only looked at me disapprovingly. "What are we doing now?" I asked, looking up from the sketch infused book.