Hunting the Siren by J.E. Taylor

Author:J.E. Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Siren, suspense, Death, Fate, leviathan, urban fantasy
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2018-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Despite my vigilance, my eyes kept drooping closed and my head bobbed. I jerked in the seat yet again. My blurred vision cleared as signs for Ohio met my gaze. I blinked and shifted, my bladder too full.

With a sigh, I sang, “Pull over at the next gas station where you can fill up.” I just hoped that would be at the next exit. Otherwise, I was going to soil my pants.

The truck driver nodded and pulled off the next exit. Within a few hundred feet, a gas station with diesel pumps appeared, and he pulled in and parked the truck next to the pump. He stared aimlessly out the window.

“Turn off the truck and fill the gas tank. Then get back into the truck and wait for me.” The tune was soft and just a fraction over the idling engine.

He glanced at me with a slow nod.

I thought about threatening him, but he was still in a compliant mood, so I just hopped out of the truck at the same time he did and nearly ran into the store.

My gaze darted around until I caught the restroom sign just beyond the mini donut shop. I booked to it, slid to a stop before the door, and tried the handle. It gave and I was in with my pants around my ankles before I realized there was just a urinal. I didn’t care, I squatted over that thing and just let her rip. I started chuckling because I had heard more than a time or two that the only thing worse than getting between a pregnant woman and food was getting between her and a bathroom.

Now I understood.

I finished, washed my hands, and went back into the belly of the store without so much as a glance in the mirror. I knew what I looked like. I could see the bones in my hands and feel the stretch of my drying skin. I needed food. I had already pillaged all the apples and snacks in the truck, so I went aisle by aisle until I could carry no more and dumped it all on the counter. I reached for my wallet and closed my eyes. My money was in the truck.

I put up my finger, patted my pocket, and then pointed out at the truck.

“Your wallet’s in the truck?” the cashier said.

I nodded and put my finger up again as I headed towards the door. I opened the passenger door, reached into the front pocket of my backpack, and pulled out a couple bills. The driver gave me a tilted head, so I gave him the sign for one minute.

I ran back inside with a crisp hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. My total kitty was forty-three dollars and fifty-two cents. The cashier handed me my change and pushed the already bagged items my way.

Thank you, I signed, then picked up the bags and trotted back to the truck.

When I opened the door, my heart dropped. The driver’s seat was empty.

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