Short Stories

Story 1 - The Rosary

" Fuck!"

Ty dropped to the ground, face contorted in pain as he massaged his foot, attempting to make it feel a little better.

He couldn't believe this, first he gets lost in the middle of nowhere, and now he's hurt? What the hell kind of karma was this?

The male had kicked his truck in a show of frustration and anger, the flat tire mocking him from it's place in the sand.

He hadn't exactly planned on driving out in the middle of nowhere with no gas or money or food, but he figured he hadn't had a choice. He was damn sick and tired of his family, of his parents. Who said shit like that, anyway?

He rested his back against the beaten old vehicle, the pain in his foot forgotten. Ty's eyes pricked with tears as his anger dissolved into that hollow feeling he always got right before he cried.

His parents had been talking about him in hushed whispers, his mother getting louder as her words grew harsher.

' at this point, I doubt she'll ever find a nice man to marry. No one likes a girl that acts like that!' She'd exclaimed, laughing the while time. His father had kept quiet, his opinion unspoken. He was always like that.

Ty's mother was the more confident of the two, and would shout her opinion from the rooftops if anyone dared question her, and would tell people exactly what she thought of their shortcomings.  She especially liked reminding Ty that he ' was still her little girl'.

He would usually keep quiet and simply dismiss it, but hearing her insult him even when he wasn't there was just....it was the last straw. He fled, taking his dad's keys and running, making sure the screen door slammed loudly enough behind him that they knew.

He hoped they realized that he was done with their shit.

Of course, he was the real idiot here. No phone.  No wallet. No money.

Hell, he hadn't even grabbed his own shoes.

So there he was, tromping around the Arizona countryside in a pair of My Little Pony house slippers that were three sizes too small.

The brunet finally decided that he should at least attempt to survive the night, grabbing the keys and starting down the road. It was at least half an hour before he finally Made it, well, somewhere.

It was a gas station, though it looked pretty much abandoned. It stood close to the road, the only signs of life a couple of teenagers sitting in the bed of a truck, smoking and drinking what he assumed was alcohol.

God, he did not wanna talk to these guys, they were the kind of people that beat him up at school. However, it was really the only choice he had.

So, he stuck his already sweaty hands in his pockets and strode up to where they sat, chest tightening as he got closer.

They were a lot bigger than him, and more muscular. They could probably kill him out here and no one would find out for weeks and weeks and weeks.

The roughest looking of all of them glared down at Ty from their perch, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for only a second.

" the fuck are you?" He asked, looking like he'd punch Ty if the boy said the wrong thing.

" I'm not lookin' to cause trouble, " He assured, one hand clenched in a fist in his pocket, the other gripping his rosary tightly. He kept it on him at all times, for fear of what was to come. " just wanna know if you guys got cell phones or if you can drive me back to town or something..." He continued, moving only to wipe some sweat from his brow.