I'll Take The Dirt Road Novels & Stories

I gush with cream coating his balls to squelch with every grind while the wet schlick-schlick barely masks by the engine drone and Dad’s off-key warbling. Dad swerves into the next lane with van swaying, and I clench to milk him like a fist. Zion’s teeth scrape my earlobe in a voice ragged whisper. “Fuck. I’m gonna flood this pussy before the state line, paint your womb white, make you leak my cum all the way to Grandma’s. Bet you’ll still be dripping when we sit down for pie.” Phone buzzes again with screen lighting our little cocoon of sin. Jada: Speed bump in 0.2 miles. Bottom out. Breed the bitch. I want video proof or I’m calling Mom right now. 10-second clip under the blanket—show me t

The passersby that were walking around previously stopped, and had their phones out. "What are you doing?" She whispered, "stand up!" She whisper-yelled, her eyes darting around nervously "I can't remember a time in my life where I have ever gone on my knees, Lily," he said with a smile, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes "but I'd gladly walk through fire, through a hall of shame, and I'd even go to hell if I could, just to earn your forgiveness. So, please, all I ask is that you give me the opportunity to do so. Please."

My throat burns. Hold on, sweetheart. Hold on. The turnoff comes fast, a narrow dirt road snaking into the woods. I almost miss it, skidding as I swerve, gravel spitting out behind me. Branches scrape the side of the car like claws as I push deeper into the forest. The car jolts, tires crunching over roots and stones, but I don’t slow down. My chest heaves, sweat slicking my palms, until finally the headlights catch on something.

"Call again, and I swear you won't even know how you died." Then I hurled the phone against the wall. The screen shattered on impact. I clenched my teeth, glaring at Elmer. "Can you take me to the hospital now?" He froze, then gave a small nod, lifting me back into his arms. As we stepped out the door, the smashed phone lit up again. Beneath the broken glass, a message popped up. "If this is your choice, then I wish you well. From now on, we're strangers. Our paths will never cross again."

I turn, stamping away, before he decides to stop me again. ‘I’m going to check your credentials,’ I hear him call out and I look back with a derisive glare before climbing aup into my truck. I turn up the music, Def Leppard; Pour Some Sugar on Me, and tear out of the village. I can’t get away fast enough. Jerk.

(Why are you so frantic? "Penso che abbiamo una talpa, maledizione." I snapped but took a deep breath to calm myself down. I was up in my room, but that didn't mean someone couldn't be passing by and hearing me talking about the mole. It could be anybody and I didn't want the person to know that I was onto him. (I think we have a mole, damn it.)

What matters is: they are fourteen miles ahead of us on a dark road and they want us scared. "Secondary route?" I ask. "There is one. Adds twenty minutes and takes us through open ground." "Open ground is better than a kill box on a single road," I say. He looks at me sideways. Something in his expression that I am not going to examine right now. "Agreed," he says, and takes the next left without signaling, onto a road that is barely a road gravel and old farmland and the sound of the tires finding purchase on terrain that hasn't been maintained since someone decided the highway was more convenient.

"Your call. It's your mother's proof. Your mother's fight." I think about the box on my lap. About the garden, the stones, my mother's words in the dark. *If something happens to me, someone needs to know the truth.* "We go." I meet Damian's eyes. "We finish what she started." He nods, shifts the truck into drive. --- The road east is narrow, unpaved, barely visible through the overgrowth. Marcus directs from the back, his voice low, certain. "There's a fork ahead. Take the left path. It doubles back toward the old hunting grounds."

Because right now it feels like my own wolf put me in time-out. June stays quiet. Not defensive. Just steady. The trees thin enough a little later that I finally catch sight of something unnatural through the branches. A straight line. Too straight to be forest. "Road," I breathe. Aiden follows my gaze. "Maybe." Hope is dangerous out here. We don't celebrate yet. We just keep moving. Because wilderness doesn't care if you survive. The road turns out to be little more than a narrow strip of gravel cutting through endless trees. Not paved.

I stood there in the dirt and blood and sunlight, watching his taillights disappear down the road. “That bastard,” I breathed. ******