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Chapter 1
Josh sat there, his eyes carefully watching the changes in Darren's
facial expressions. He watched the way Darren looked everywhere but at
him. Josh had certainly dropped a bombshell onto Darren's plate, but he
couldn't keep it a secret from him. He had no choice, and Darren had
pressed it. He waited, with a sinking heart, as Darren's face showed the
struggle going on within.
As he waited, his brain went back to over 7 years ago. He didn't
think he looked much different now as he did then, except maybe he was
more filled out. He still was a good looking 6 foot tall blond, his body
maybe was more defined, more muscular, but he still only weighed a solid
170 lbs, and he did work out every day.
That was a far cry from when he left the farm 7 years ago, on his
18th birthday. He grimaced slightly as he remembered that 1st year on the
road, all alone and abandoned, so to speak.
It was funny how the brain went back in time, while you waited for
your future to explode in your face.
Josh looked at Darren, saw his green eyes glazed over as he was
digesting all that he had just been told. He watched the way his lips
were, sort of jutting outwards now, trembling a little, and yet he knew
that it wasn't from excitement, but from the inner struggle going on. His
own eyes, a piercing blue, were now distant as his brain dredged up old
news. He could see flashing before him that cold October day when he left
his family and headed off from the farm down the road towards where he was
now.
He sat back in the cushioned dining chair, waiting for Darren's
struggle to end. As he did, he leapt backwards in time to that day, seven
years ago, as he strode down the road past the old mailbox, past the
weathered fence that he had mended time in and time out ever since he was
old enough to pound a nail. He could see the long trail down the highway
as he walked in his old tattered jacket, waiting for some traffic to try
and hitch a ride so his escape would be quicker.
He must of been walking for several hours before the first sign of
a ride came barreling down the old highway. It was an old style 5 ton
truck and as it went past, he managed to stick his thumb out for a lift.
The truck, with a tired old squeal of brakes and dust, stopped a
few hundred feet up the road. Josh ran forward and climbed up to get in. "Whoa
there partner," a deep southern voice called out. "Where are
your manners?" "Uh,
sorry, I am Josh." "Yeah
well, that's nice there Josh, but where you heading?" "Anywhere
that's away from here," he replied. "Uh,
huh, so you heading anywhere, well you prepared to pay the freight there
kid, this is no free bus service," the driver answered.
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