Hope, a dangerous thing. (Week Four – Part One)

“We need to stop for a few minutes,” Fox yawned feeling the strain of driving all night long as they pulled into the rest stop on the Virginia/North Carolina border. “I don’t think I ever want to come back to North Carolina. I feel like that cop thought we were criminals rather than those people throwing things at other people’s tents and creeping around campsites that didn’t belong to them.”

The sun had just begun to peak over the horizon, yet the sky was a dull gray. Fox pulled into a parking lot and laid their head on the steering wheel. “Where are we going to go now?” The question was more rhetorical than aimed at anyone else in the car. They had no money, their vehicle was dangerously low on fuel, and now they didn’t even have a place to camp.

Fox laid their head on the steering wheel and sighed again. It was times like these when they just wanted to be done with life. No one seemed to care, no matter how much they tried they would never be good enough to deserve help. Fox fought back tears as they got out of the vehicle to stretch and attempt to wake up.

It’ll be okay, Fox told themself, it has to be, we’ve been through too much to just give up. The pep talk fell completely flat, but Fox had to keep it together, if not for themselves, then for the teen who was still asleep in the backseat of the vehicle. Fox glanced at their offspring sleeping in the car, suddenly angry at the circumstances and the people that lead to this moment.

The teen should be spending his summer with friends and going to the movies, or just being a kid, not having to sleep in the back of a car and being drug all over two states because of uncaring phobic people that lied to take everything they could from people.

Fox clenched their fists tightly. It didn’t matter what happened to them, but the child was a different story. I hate them, Fox thought bitterly as they got back into the car.

The family made it to Norfolk with a warning of 36 miles to empty. The vehicle’s gas tank was nearly empty. Before leaving North Carolina, Fox’s beloved had set them headed towards an organization that could hopefully help them. It was the family’s only chance at surviving for the next week.

Fox parked the car outside the closed center, closed their eyes, and hoped for the best while their beloved started making phone calls.

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