Lost. (5)

She didn't know where she was going but she knew she couldn't stay there! She still didn't know where the hell Candice was and didn't want to stick around to find out.
Her phone was back at the house so she didn't know how to get back or where to turn to. She pulled over at what looked like a small park that was rusted and creaky. She stayed there for about two hours just thinking but she didn't cry, no no she was done crying over that man! But in the back of her ind she knew it wasn't Trooper's fault he was born he was just a innocent mishap of her father's like a innocent bystander in a shoot out.
When she noticed the sun going down she started to panic a little there was nothing but dead trees and whipper winds around her. No street lights, no working stop lights, she felt exiled.
As soon as she got back in the truck she decided to start back in the direction she first came. The darkness really settled in like a black blanket and the truck's head lights were her only companion. She started to worry even more as she turned onto another dirt road, probably even more lost now.
She drove for what seemed like hours and based on the truck clock, hours it had been. In a full on panic now she sped up and just as she did the gas light came on, now she really started to feel a bubble come up in her throat. Her dad's house seemed to be the only big house around here, the rest were rinky-dink little trailers with a/c units on the windows. She started to cry now out of frustration, she had no phone, no direction and the gas light sounded for the third time.
"GOD SHUT UP!" She said hitting the wheel now searching the road for any sign of life present and ten minutes later when the truck broke down on a road with only one trailer on it, she began to sob even more. She didn't want to be there at all. Candice that bitch! She thought as she got out of the truck and kicked the dirt watching it scream up from the ground. She sat there for a little while wiping the tears that followed the dead trail of the old off her cheek. No cars had passed by and when one looked like it was, it always turned onto another road. The only chance of calling Danny to tell Jerry to come get her. She was contemplating if she should just walk up to that trailer and ask for help, but then she recoiled her idea.. Even though the house didn't READ: A KILLER LIVES HERE, she reminded herself there are crazy people everywhere. So she sat hopeless, on the dirt road listening to the crickets chirping and the owls hooing still lightly sobbing.
"Hey you!" She zipped around startled as her heart began to race. What if he was a crazy hillbilly blood thirsty maniac who had been watching her. She erased the memory and thought to herself... Oh what the hell as she started to walk towards the voice.
"Are you okay?" The voice seemed youngish, and kind of macho with a heavy country accent- like her father.
"No." Is all she spat out, her hands shaking a little.
"Well that's no good I can help you. No one like's being stuck."
"No kidding, I'm lost and I ran out of gas." She now could hear the foot steps crunching the red dirt-getting closer. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
"Well, first things first, calm down."
"Calm down? I'm calm." He got closer and then when she thought he was going to reach out and touch her he pulled out a phone and lit up the area around them.
"Okay, better why are you crying, there is nothing to cry about."
"I'm exiled, I'm lost, and the truck ran out of gas. I have a reason to cry, Buster!"
"Whoa." He chuckled and turned the phone to his face.
He was so country with brown eyes, chizeled looking chin, blue baseball cap that read out Gee-Tar a tan plaid shirt and a brown leather belt.
He looked into Ria's green eyes and at the tear stains. Then he showed the light from his cellphone to the Chevy Colorado truck with a Kubenak sticker on the back.
"Say you don't happen to be related to Jerry Kubenak, do ya?"
"Unfortunatley."
"What? You mean Fortunate. That man is a Saint. He's been nothing but grateful to me in my time of need even when Candice passed away five years ago. He's a good man, and wow he really knows how to play that guitar."
"She died?"
"Yeah, drunk driver hit her-"
He was interrupted when she started to cry again but this time all he did was pull out his phone and call Jerry.
"Sorry, it's late Jerry I have a girl here just a mess-"
"Yes sir. No problem. Victoria? Okay." When he hung up Ria was already passed the truck walking away.
"What the hell. VICTORIA, COME BACK HERE!" He yelled at her as she started to run.
"NO!"
"No? Victoria your dad wants you home."
"No I am not going back to that hell-hole!"
"Dammit!" He said as she took off sprinting to know where but a dead end road.
When he finally cornered her she sat down ont he road and didn't move.
"Will you not be a child."
"Will you not take me back there?"
"If I say yes, will you get up?"
"Yes." He rolled his eyes. Breathing hard from the hundred yard sprint he just did.
"Fine, you can stay in my guest room."
"I don't know you."
"Do you want to go home?"
"Shut up! How do I know you're not going to kill me?"
"Where are you from, Elm Street?"
"No but I don't know you."
"Your Dad's number is in my phone, I think you'll be alright. By the way, I'm Hank Woods."
"I'm Ria Kubenak."