Truth at Midnight

Bethany looked out the window of the car, hopinf for a miracle. Anything to keep them from moving on. It was dark, misty, and worst of all, foggy. If someone was in orange, two paces ahead of them, they wouldn't have had a clue. It was dangerous, but her parents were in a rush. "Can't we wait till tomorrow?" Bethany had pleaded her parents. They were leaving. Not moving. All of their stuff was still at home. Something was wrong with this picture, and she had no idea. "Ugh mom," she said. "What honey?" was the tired response. "Are we almost there?" she groaned. "No" and then there was silence. She tried to fall back asleep, dream of home. Mister Myers, the miniature poodle, was still at home. She missed him. Was he going to die? No, we'll be back soon, and he can get food and water easily, mom left the bag down so he can get it, two bags. Does that mean we'll be gone longer? she wondered. Water, he had two dishes full, and the container attatched to the dishes were full. Also he knew how to turn on the hose. He would be fine. Then she gasped. "Mommy!" she yelped. Her father jumped. "What is it?" he asked nervously. "Mister Myers will eat Puffy my bird!" she cried. Her parents sighed. "He is at the doctor's, your mom brough him there yesterday." Yesterday. It was horrible. Her parents told her to pack, everything she could fit in two suitcases and a duffle bag. Anything she needed. She asked why. No answer. They left at midnight. Why were they running? And, what from? Then the car lurched. They were at a toll booth. All cars were stopped in a line. The police came over and checked the car then said, "Please step out of the vechicle," they obeyed. Bethany noticed, they had the cuffs ready.

Part of a story! Written entirely by ME!
Aubrey