Rest Stop Novels & Stories

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

She’d turned it off, and the silence had swallowed them whole. Her arms trembled. Fatigue burned her stomach. Something caught her gaze. Up ahead, on the right side of the road, a building shimmered through the raindrops. A rest stop and welcome center, built of night-washed brick, its parking lot empty. Understandable, given the late hour.

After all, he still hasn’t mustered the guts to express himself after 3 long years of pent-up feeling, just like a wrecked ship at the bottom of the seabed. “Mike, is it too tiring to drive this far? “Laura sitting beside him, in the passenger seat tried to comfort him and rubbed his neck but Mike just retreated away. “It's fine.Thank you”. Laura looked with a question mark at Jessica sitting behind Mike and she immediately pitched in to ease the atmosphere. “Mike, can we take a break at the next rest house? I need to use the washroom.” A simple nod was all he could give. At the pit stop, both girls went to the washroom while Mike and Robert leaned on the car with a cigarette in their hand.

Once more, my stomach rumbled and I angrily ignored it. “ We could stop at the next gas station if you’re really hungry” hunter commented at the roaring of my stomach. “ Next? Has there been a previous one?” “ No actually, but there’s a first one at our next turn” “ Okay” I said as I patiently waited for our next turn. And true to his directions, in less than ten minutes we were approaching a gas station with only two individuals present and a single gas pump. Hunter drove into the marked out area for parking and immediately turned off the ignition .

Then it blurred her sight because the window of the van is blocked by this heavy rain. 20 minutes later. The van stopped in the middle of the road. It is because there stood a waiting station beside their van. [Bus Stop] [A bus stop is a stopping area for any person who wanted to commute. A bus stop is a station next to school or any public or private place.] In this shed, the [Bus stop] sign is posted at the upper corner of the waiting station. Lance stopped in this road because his work is on the other way. : Here you are, Leah.

Her emotions weren't ones of aggression or anger, just fierce protectiveness and a professionalism that most people could never accomplish. An hour of mountains and steep inclines passed before we had no choice but to stop. Both Dex and Carson agreed on stopping at the smallest, most decrepit gas station to ever grace this earth. It was nothing more than a small shack, big enough to fit a handful people at the very most. An old-fashioned cash register sat on top of a fold out table. A very disinterested looking man stood at the table, picking at something beneath his nails.

, I blurted out and he immediately swerved to the side of the road and the car stopped. I fumbled for the door handle and the moment it opened, the outside breeze hit my face and I welcomed it, gulping it down like I’ve been starved of air. I walked away from the car and that was when I realized we had stopped on a silent highway, the road was empty and it had a bus- stop shelter that looked like it hadn’t seen a passenger in years I didn’t remember us passing the road when we were coming. I decided to take a small break, walking to the bus stop to rest for a while before we continued our ride back home.

It was exactly the kind of place travelers stopped at without planning to. Luke slowed the Bronco as they pulled into the gravel parking lot. For a moment, none of them moved immediately. Rivera stared out the window tiredly while Reagan looked toward the building calmly beside her. And somehow, despite the long road still ahead of them, despite the complicated emotions tangled between all three of them, the quiet stop in the middle of nowhere felt strangely important already.

"S-She was wearing her sister's old sweater. Her winter coat was left in the car. She took it off to use the restroom." The officer's face twisted in disbelief. "You left your daughter at a rest stop for four hours, in the middle of a snowstorm, and so lightly dressed?" "We thought her uncle would get there earlier…" Dad's voice grew smaller. The officer flipped through his notes before continuing, "We checked the surveillance footage. Your brother's car pulled into the rest stop at 7:52 pm, but it only lingered for less than a minute. He left without even getting out of the car to look for her."

I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway, unwilling to believe he’d forgotten. After a pause, Tyler muttered, “There’s a rest stop ahead. I’ll pull over.” I smiled bitterly and leaned back against the seat. There was no need to ask anything else.