1 Chapter 1

"Admit it, " Stacy said to her husband, Chad. "We're lost."

"We are not lost." Chad told her trying to keep things calm. He was always so good at keeping things so peaceful, it started to annoy Stacy out of her wits.

"Give it up, Chad. We have been driving around in circles with not a single highway sign anywhere, I say we go back to the hotel and try again tomorrow."

"You were the one who wanted the divorce so badly."

"I wanted counseling, not a divorce."

Chad was an American-Indian man with a passive, but stern attitude. Especially towards his wife, Stacy, who was White-American. They have been married for nine years, but have slowly lost interest in the other as time progressed to where they were at now, In the middle of the woods with a sleeping eight-year-old girl in the backseat.

The girl's name was Ann. She had black hair and dark skin like her father but had the nose and dimples like her mother. She knew that they began to grow further apart but she never knew that it would be this quick until a divorce. One of her friends at school told her there was a man who had a divorce and never visited his daughter, and after becoming an alcoholic at such a young age, the child killed herself after being so incredibly sad and losing her father and her mother. Although she Googled the story and found nothing about it, she was still scared her father would leave them behind without a second thought.

"Is she still asleep?" Chad asked.

"Yes," Stacy answered, Looking in the backseat. "But what would you tell her if we had a divorce?"

"What would I tell her? I won't be having her, you will."

"Chad, we've been over this.".

"We have, and yet you still don't understand. I will not be taking her in. I am a teacher, Stace, I cannot have her staying home alone while I'm at the University."

"Then why not hire a babysitter? That sounds like a good idea."

"Babysitters are more dangerous than you think, Stace. At any moment, they will take you while your busy, go to the backroom, turn off the lights and-"

"Shh! She's waking up."

Ann rolled her head back and forth opening her eyes. She looked around the car, confused by where they could be at a late hour. "Are we there yet?" She asked softly.

"No, Deary." Stacy reached over and patted Ann's knee. "We got lost but are going back to the hotel now, " She gazed at Chad, firmly as an order. "Right?"

Chad had nothing else to say to her. After an hour of arguing with the monstrous woman, he just let out a sigh of anger and turned the car around. "Want to go to the hotel? Fine! We'll just back."

"Thank you." She replied, not meaning it.

He gripped onto the wheel hard enough to make his hands turn white. "I just don't get it, why are you always making everything so difficult? You always make me do what you say and If I don't do it, You guilt trip me."

"And there you go, blaming me for things I try to make easy. I don't want to argue with you, it's you who is arguing with me."

"Oh, Shut up."

Stacy slammed her fist on the dashboard. "What did you say to me!?"

"I'm doing what you want, Stacy, Be happy and get over it for once in your life, Will you?"

Ann covered her ears to avoid hearing the argument get any worse. Stacy began swearing loudly as Chad ignored her, trying not to bubble over and punch her daylights out.

Chad just took the blame without saying anything else. He pushed her voice out of his mind and continued to drive down the dark road, not knowing when he turned around, he went down the wrong road. He was slowly getting deeper into the forest with the tree branches covering the sky above them. Chad noticed this and was getting confused.

"Maybe your right!" Stacy finally said after her rant. "Maybe we should get a divorce! We could live in different states in peace without speaking to each other. That sounds nice, doesn't it, Ann?"

"Don't bring her into this." Chad said softly. "Have you seen a highway sign?"

"No." She quieted down.

"That's perfect."

"What?"

'She can be blind, but not mute?' He thought. "We're lost."

She looked outside and began laughing in annoyance. "Great job, Chad, You got us lost. You should've turned around."

"But I did turn around."

"But you-"

He honked the car horn as hard as he could. The car's beep cut Stacy's complaining off before she could say another word. Chad raised a finger and spoke in a whisper. "I will not tell you again. Shut. Your. Mouth."

Stacy, full of rage, turned away from him and looked out the window. Ann in the backseat uncovered her ears in hopes of their argument being finished.

"Useless." Stacy whispered.

"Didn't I tell-"

The car bounced and skidded to a drift that made the car roll down the road and stop against the trees, upside down. All four tires were slashed and the rest of the car was destroyed from the wreck. Everyone inside didn't say anything, they were unconscious.

𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔.