Chapter Twelve

Roadkill and reluctance

After the crap-fest in the Motel and some unwanted cuddling from Rippir, I have gotten somewhat over the shock and have concluded that this is no episode. This is no damn schizophrenic episode. Of course I’ve thought that before but this time I’m sure, the meds seemed to have been working and I haven’t had an episode in over a year, this is some Alfred Hitchcock crap I’m in.

 I’m somewhat broken from my daze by the soft breathing from the back seat. As I switch lanes and wait for the light to change, I turn around to see who was the first to pass out during the car ride. Phoenix Blaze, the one I had conversation with so early this morning. In all honesty, if I’m going to be riding this crap-fest for a while, I think Blaze is my favourite. She’s nice to me although I don’t really know her, or the rest of the people in the hearse for that matter, and I’m really just scared of Rippir, but can you blame me?

 After hours of driving I’ve made it to smaller areas with dirt roads. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately and hell, I’m tired. As I attempt to keep my eyes open, I can feel myself slipping into a daze, if you’re tired and driving, stop, little side note I’m not given that option. My eyes are almost shut before I hear singing from next to me.

“Take me home, country road, to a place I belongggg, middle of nowhere, with my Marky,” Rippir sings next to me, smiling at me when saying ‘Marky’.

“take me home, country road-” he continues before cut off by a now awake and unhappy Blaze.

“Rippir!” she roars, “Shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep back here! Jesus Christ”

“Maybe it’s just you Blazey. Nope, not a fan of that name” Rippir says placing his thumb under his chin and pointer finger on lip as he attempts to come up with a nickname for Blaze.

“Hmmm firey? No. Phoenix-y? Ew.  Phoe? No chance…. Damn it, Blaze! Why is it so damn hard to come up with a nickname for you?!” Rippir yells, “Well…. I guess I could just call you sweet cheeks” he smiles.

“No chance, now shut up” Blaze growls.

“I guess you’re right, Marky might get jealous” Rippir says patting my head while I try my best to focus on driving. I have a pain in my neck do to the chair I slept on, and the pain in my a*s is Rippir.

“But don’t worry, Marky. You have no competi-” Rippir starts but is cut off by himself as he stares into the distance licking his lips.

“DIBS” Rippir yells as he jumps out the window and runs for a dead racoon on the side of the road.

“What the f**k?!” I hear Coral I think her name is yell from the back seat as I swerve to avoid hitting the purple eyed demon. Regret. I won’t lie, I slightly wish I hit him, but I’m no murderer, even if this does turn out to be just an episode.

 Rippir is quick to climb back through the window as I had turned down some other random dirt road. Might I add, with the raccoon in his goddamn mouth.

“That’s f*****g disgusting! Get that nasty a*s roadkill out of the f*****g hearse!” Coral screams as Fabian just looks at Rippir in disgust and Blaze in shock.   

“No you guys look, since blondie survived and we didn’t have anything to eat, I got us something!” He gleams.

“The f**k? You guys were going to eat me?” Coral screams.

“No, Rippirs just a fucked up s**t who doesn’t quite know what to do with what” Blaze responds.  “Anyways Rippir, nobody’s going to eat the f*****g roadkill” Blaze informs him, the rest of the hearse besides Rippir nods in agreement.

“I'm from the North b*****s, we don't waste anything, besides Marky will, he appreciates me!” Rippir says nuzzling into my side.

“Uhh….” I start.

“Rippir leave the poor kid alone” Blaze says pulling Rippir off of me.

   And for the next few hours, all that went on was arguing, and more unwanted cuddling from Rippir. I really don’t like this!