I took over from Aimee the moment it had started to get dark outside, in the hope that I could get us that little bit further towards the Canadian border. To be honest I was glad to start driving again and be rid of the horrible tension which hung in the air between Flossie and me. She had given me the impression that she didn’t like me at all, and wouldn’t no matter how friendly I was towards her.
I could hear animated chatter in the back of the van but I kept my mind concentrating on the task at hand, getting to Canada as fast as was possible.
I knew that by now the police would have realised something wasn’t right, I hadn’t reported back for about two days now and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before they would be on our tail again.
I turned off following signs to the city of Dickinson which was the last city in North Dakota before we entered Montana – the real last state before we crossed the border into Canada. Harry had corrected me on my earlier mistake when I had said that Ohio was the last state, pointing out Ohio on the map. I had replied to this by saying, “Well I was never any good at Geography.”
The sky was pitch black now and the chatter in the back had been replaced by the soft inhale and exhale of breath as the others drifted off to sleep.
I was thankful for the silence; I allowed my mind to wonder, making me think …. too hard, about what was going to happen when we got to Canada? What was I going to do?
I had no job to go back to, no home as such – my grandma had been placed in a home now so they could look after her. I couldn’t impose on these teenagers roadtrip, the police had already ruined it enough and they wouldn’t want me hanging around like a bad smell after I had got them to safety.
Then there was Silas, I had only known him for all of 5 minutes but there was something special - he was unlike anyone I had ever met before. The problem was one – he was younger than me and two – again I would be outstaying my welcome if I went off with a bunch of teenagers – imposing on their holiday.
What to do?
It was around half past two in the morning when I heard a shuffling from the back of the van, and Flossie appeared in the passenger’s seat – her hair mussed up from sleep.
“What time is it?” she yawned wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her to stay warm.
“It’s about half two” I replied in a quiet tone as to not wake the others.
“Why are you still driving?” she asked, puzzled.
I shrugged, “Wasn’t tired, and we need to keep going” I wasn’t lying I wasn’t tired and even if I were my thoughts would have undoubtedly kept me awake.
She was about to shuffle back to bed when I called her back, “Flossie?”
She plonked back in the seat, “Yes.” she asked
“Can I ask you something?” I said nervously
“Shoot” she said, sitting up in her seat and staring unblinkingly at me.
“Why...” I didn’t know how to phrase the question I sighed, “Why do I get the vibe that you don’t like me?” I asked. She pondered this for a while, taking her time in replying, “Because I don’t particularly like you, how do we know that you’re not double crossing us?”
“Why would I?” I said raising my voice slightly above a whisper.
“I don’t know what the police are like anymore, I used to think they were trustworthy but now I am not so sure.”
“But why would I go to all this trouble to help you if I was just going to turn you all in?” I hissed, a sudden anger boiling up inside me.
She shrugged, launching out of her seat and shuffling back to her bed muttering incoherently under her breath.
I sighed, moving my eyes back to the road as I crossed into the state of Montana.
The time was now 3:15 and it was still going to take another day and a half to get into Canada and to safety. I knew what I had to do when I got to Canada – it was only right- it had to be done.
Even though I knew that it would break my heart to do it!