I'm not very good in emergencies.

It was a bright and sunny Sunday. I was scheduled to go back to my mom's today.
Thank Jesus.
It was early afternoon, so the sun still held a high reserve in the blue sky above. I stared out the window and watched as the world passed by. In each second that went by, the thick woods that bordered the highway had it's brief moment of attention, then it was gone and forgotten.
I briefly looked at my father, who was driving the SUV. His hands were firmly on the wheel, keeping the car in a steady direction, staring blankly at the highway. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, but the casual apparel didn't hide how pissed he actually was. I had to bite my cheek to keep a smart-a*s grimace from appearing on my face as I saw the big vein heavily pulsing.
It always made me laugh when it did that. It made me know that I was successful in tormenting him.
He was probably still pissed from yesterday, and probably was happy that I was going to my mother's, just for the simple fact that he wouldn't have to deal with my meddling for another 3 weeks.
What can I say, cheaters never win. Maybe next time he will only have one girlfriend at a time instead of 5.
That man w***e. Did you think that a woman would really be okay with you cheating on her with 4 others and not flip s**t on you?, I thought bitterly.
 Whatever.
 He hated me, and I hated him and that's the way it would be.
I resume to my window observations, because it's not like there was anything pretty to look at. The only words that were even spoken in the car came from the radio, playing a somewhat awkward joyful tune as the tension grew with every passing mile.
Suddenly, my father interrupts the radio.
"I need to get gas. If you want, when we stop at the gas station, you can go in and get something."
"Okay." I respond, a little bit thrown off by the sudden kindness. My dad didn't usually allow him to do these kinds of things.
The car gently turned to the right, veering off the highway and onto the ramp towards a three-way intersection that was enforced with stoplights. The car came to a gentle rolling stop as they waited for the light to turn green, granting them right of way.
When the light finally changed, the turned into the nearest gas station, which was relatively close to the intersection.
Dad opened his door, and I opened mine, walking into the mini-market inside the gas station. The automatic sliding doors were completely silent, revealing the inside of the store. It looked like any other gas station store, with all of the typical packaged junk food. I got a Dr. Pepper, which in my opinion, was the best soda in the world. It was worth the cavities.
I made my way to check out at the cash-register, and reached into my jeans to fish out my wallet. The cashier scanned the soda, and told me to pay the price of $2.75.
I was just about to hand him the money before I felt a hard, cold something pressed on the back of my head and a hand covered my mouth.
My blood froze cold.
I didn't need a second hint, the look on the cashier's face reflected my own terror.
"Give me the money in the cash-register, or he goes." said a harsh voice that boomed in my left ear.
I was somewhere in the mix of tears and sweat. Every instinct in my being screamed, like I wanted to, to do something. Run, hide, react... Anything.
But instinct doesn't over-rule common sense.
With shaky hands, the cashier opened the money drawer, and handed the emptied the contents to the man. Without another word spoken, the anonymous man behind me took the money, and my 5 dollar bill, and left.
I leave the soda at the desk, because now I couldn't pay for it anyways, and dash to the window covered, automatic doors.
My dad's car was gone.

Author's Note

**Photography credits: ** ... Note that the picture isn't really "A sunny Sunday", but it works.

Reviews

[Daring Darling Didi]

Damn, I think you should have shared this today. Is this the revised version? It's pretty good! I love the open ending, it leaves so many questions behind like "did the thief take the car and go?" "did his father plan to just leave him behind at the station?" "was his dad the thief?" among other things. I enjoyed it.
On the other hand, a little bit more detail wouldn't be bad, especially adding a little bit more to the observations of the character. But overall it was good.