Trying to get to the suburbs and beyond seemed an easy plan in my head. The reality of people on the streets, red lights and traffic, was an area I did not account for. I constantly looked over my shoulder or in the tilted rear view mirror to check on my Rachel, she scared, and for making me go through what I have, she ought to be scared.
As we approached the suburbs, I picked a not so busy side street to pull over. Rachel had been moving around too much and I did not want to take any chances. As I got out of the car, I leaned back in to my satchel on the passenger seat. A little packet of pills I was searching for. Rachel needed to be quiet and relax and not figure out just how far we were going. I could hear here trying to make noise through the oil rag, and I could not have that happening. Through the gap in the front seats I turned and smiled at Rachel, my packet of pills in my hand.
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