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Two Souls: Into the Fire #255

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 255

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 255

warning…adult content

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Stevie and Mandy ran across the truck stop parking lot, with Linda running after them. As they approached the horse trailer, a man came around from the back. He was laughing at the eager kids.

“Hey, hey…hold up there,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” Linda said, out of breath. “They wanted to see horses, and got away from me.”

The man laughed. “Oh, no bother, ma’am. I was just about to take the ponies out for a walk around that grassy area over there. The kids can come watch.”

“Well, okay…” Linda said. “But, stay back, Stevie…Mandy…don’t get in the way.” She smiled at the man. “We haven’t been around horses, before.”

“These are just little ones,” he said. “They’re Shetland ponies. They are going to a nice little farm.” He opened the back of the trailer, and backed out the first of two. “This little guy is very calm. The other one is, too.” He tied the first one up, and went back into the trailer for the other one. They were both tan, with white mane and tails.

“They’re so cute,” Mandy squealed. “Can we watch them, Mommy?”

“Yes, we will, but just for a few minutes,” Linda said. She looked around for Steve and Ghost, seeing they were over by the U-Haul, talking. She waved and motioned that she’d be over at the grassy area. She and the kids followed the man and the ponies.

~

Over by the U-Haul, Steve and Ghost watched Linda and the kids. Steve thought the guy looked harmless enough, but he wanted to keep a eye on them. Looking over at Ghost, who was leaning against the door, he could tell he wasn’t in a good place.

“Look, Ghost, I’m sorry. I should have remembered. We shouldn’t have come near this place.” He took Ghost’s hand.

“It’s okay…it didn’t happen at this place. Just the smell of those trucks…it makes me remember, and feel sick,” Ghost said. “I just wanna get out of here.”

“We will,” Steve said. “Get in the U-Haul, and I’ll go get Linda. It’s time to get going, anyway.” He went over to where the kids were now getting a pony ride. He smiled, as they hollered, “Look, Uncle Steve.” They were having fun.

“It’s time to go, Linda…round ’em up,” he said.

“Come on kids, we have to go now. Tell the man thank you for the ride,” Linda said.

The man helped the kids down from the ponies. “Y’all have a nice trip, ya hear.” He led the horses back to the trailer.

They walked back to Linda’s van, the kids chattering all about the horses. Before buckling them into the car seats, Linda washed their hands off, then got them settled with their little toys.

Turning to Steve, she asked, “What were you going to tell me?”

“About what?” Steve asked.

“About Ghost…what was bothering him in the truck stop.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s okay…it’s just he said the diesel fumes from the trucks was making him sick…and brings back bad memories…uh, of that time he was lost in California. It was a long time ago, Linda. I thought I told you about it.”

She shook her head. “Not much, just that he hitchhiked…” she paused…”oh, with truckers?”

“Yeah, and one of them raped him.” Steve closed his eyes. “God, why did I even come to this truck stop? I should have remembered.”

“Oh, Steve…that’s horrible. I didn’t know. Now I understand why he was feeling so bad.”

Steve nodded. “He said he’s okay…just bad memories, but really, we need to get out of here. I didn’t like the way those guys were in there, ya know. Don’t want to be around when they come out.”

“Yes, let’s get going,” Linda said, as she got into the van.

Steve went back to the U-Haul, started the engine, and pulled out, heading for the highway.

“You told her, didn’t you?” Ghost asked.

Steve nodded. Ghost sighed, and leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. Out of the corner of his own eye, Steve couldn’t help but notice that Ghost would every few seconds reach up and wipe the tears away. No words would help, he knew, so he just kept driving.

~

It was getting on toward twilight, when they finally crossed over into Oklahoma. Steve had told Linda that at the next town that was big enough to have a motel, they’d stop for the night. He was getting tired of driving, and was sure Linda was too, but there weren’t any towns coming up that would have a place to stay. The next one he could tell, was in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, and it looked like it was still several hours away. Up ahead, he saw a sign for a rest area, and he signaled that he was pulling in.

When they were there, and parked, he and Linda talked about what they should do. “The next motel is still a long way off, Linda. I’m not sure I can stay awake until then. I need to stop…somewhere,” he told her.

“I know, me too,” Linda said, and yawned. “But where? This out west business is weird…big empty spaces and no towns to speak of. How do people live here?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta do something.”

Linda was looking around the rest area. “Well, we could just stay here, and maybe get a little sleep. Would it be safe, though?”

Shrugging, Steve considered it. “I guess, if we lock the car doors. It’ll be pretty uncomfortable, but we could do it.”

“I know,” Linda said. “The kids are already asleep, but they need to stretch out awhile. We have drinks and snacks, so it’s fine with me.”

“I’ll pull over closer to the back of this area…more out of sight,” Steve said.

She agreed, and followed as they drove slowly back into the area. After parking, Stevie and Mandy woke up, and were hungry. Ghost was walking around, stretching his legs. Steve and Linda got out snacks for all of them, and they sat at a concrete picnic table. It was growing dark, and there had not been even one car driving down the highway since they’d arrived.

Linda turned on her flashlight, the only light they had out there, setting it on the table. Stevie and Mandy were at the other end of the table, and were giggling at their kid’s conversation.

Whispering, Linda leaned over toward Steve and Ghost. “I don’t want to scare them, but this is really eerie out here, guys.”

“I know,” Ghost whispered. “There’s wild animals out here, back behind those trees. I can tell…they’re watching us.” He shivered, and pulled his shirt’s hood up over his head.

“Wild animals…like what?” Steve asked, trying to sound skeptical and brave, but not quite pulling it off. He stared at the darkness, behind them.

“Don’t you hear them?” Ghost asked.

They were silent…listening…and all three jumped, when they heard a rustling sound, back in the bushes.

“Oh my, God,” Linda said, holding her hand over her heart. “That scared me half to death.” She looked at the kids, but they hadn’t even noticed or heard anything.

Steve got up, shining the flashlight around, over toward the dark shrubbery, his hand shaking. Linda started laughing.

“What?” Steve asked.

“He looks like the grim reaper,” she managed to say, and pointed to Ghost.

Steve looked, and laughed, too. “You’re right. Hey, what are you doing over there?” he hollered at Ghost.

Ghost had found a long stick, and was poking around in the tall grass by the trees. In his hoodie, and with only his face lit by the flashlight, he did look like the grim reaper come to life.

“Huh?” he asked, as he waved the stick around.

“What are you looking for,” Steve asked.

“Oh, the wild animal…it’s here somewhere, but it’s scared and hiding, now.” Ghost said.

“What kind is it,” Linda asked. She’d gotten closer to the kids, in case they had to make a run for the car.

“I think it’s just a little rabbit, or lizard, maybe…’cause they don’t really say much,” Ghost said. “If it was a turkey or a goose, they’d be making noise…and if it was a coyote, or a wild cat, they would have already run away. They don’t freeze-frame…or if it is a raccoon, it would be trying to get our food…and…” he went on naming animals, and how they’d react.

Steve nudged Linda, “Yeah, and if Ghost don’t stop naming things, he’ll just talk it to death…hahaha, grim reaper…” he laughed along with Linda, and both had a hard time stopping.

“Hey, Ghost, we get the picture,” Steve said. “Come back over here…leave the poor thing alone.”

Ghost wasn’t quite done, though. He began a little chant he was making up as he spoke.

“By the light of the stars, by the light of the moon, we mean you no harm, we’ll be gone soon.” He held up the stick, pointing at the night sky, and turned around three times.

“What’s he doing now?” Linda asked.

“Beats me…he’s just weird,” Steve said. Linda giggled.

Ghost came back to the table. “I’m finished,” he said, then sat down, grinning.

Linda cleared her throat…”Um…interesting…” she said. Steve kicked her under the table.

“No,” he mouthed to her. “He’ll never stop talking.”

But, it was too late.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 254

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 254

Warning … adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 254

warning…adult content

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Steve grabbed his things from their motel room, and went to help Linda and the kids with their packing up. Ghost got his backpack and jacket, and paused a minute, looking around the room. He knew he’d gotten everything, but it felt like he was forgetting something important.

“You ready,” Steve asked, when he got back. He was ready to lock up the door and turn in the key.

“I think so,” Ghost said, “but something feels weird. I can’t remember what it is.”

“Well, maybe you’ll think of it later…let’s get going,” Steve said, as he locked the door. “I’ll be back in a minute…need to turn in the key.”

Ghost got up in the U-Haul, and was flipping through his journal, when Steve got back.

“It’s here somewhere…I know I wrote it down,” Ghost said. “Or, maybe I didn’t, but it was part of the cowboy story.”

“Whatever…no need to get all worked up about it,” Steve said. He started the truck up. “You’ll either think of it or not.”

Ghost sighed, and stopped flipping the pages of his book, and stared out the window. Steve concentrated on his driving, getting them out onto the highway. Soon, they were at cruising speed, and there wasn’t much traffic. When he relaxed a bit, he saw that Ghost was still staring out the window…or maybe sleeping…maybe both…his eyes were half shut.

“You awake?” he asked.

“Um-hmm, but it won’t happen like I said,” Ghost said.

“What won’t?”

Ghost looked over at Steve. “The cowboys…they won’t. We can’t stop at all in Texas, so just keep going, okay?”

“Huh?” Steve asked. “I’ll try, but we probably will need to stop, you know, to get gas, go to the bathroom, get snacks. Anyway, why can’t we stop?”

“‘Cause I remembered,” Ghost said. “The story I told the kids was fun, and they got to see the horses, but if we stop and go in the diner, it won’t be fun. They’ll be mean, and it will scare Stevie and Mandy.”

“The horses?”

“No, the cowboys. They will be mean to us, and call us names, and hit us with a bat, and cut us, Steve.” Ghost was getting really upset, now. “Don’t let them…I’m scared.” He was breathing hard, and he reached over, clenching his hand on Steve’s arm.

“Ghost, snap out of it…nothing’s gonna happen,” Steve said. He could tell that somehow, Ghost was somewhere else in his head, and was reliving the past. He was getting alarmed, now, himself. “Wake up, Ghost. You’re getting mixed up. That all happened in the past…a long time ago. It’s not happening now. I will pull over, if you don’t wake up…I swear I will,” Steve shouted.

Ghost kept staring at Steve, but Steve could tell he wasn’t seeing him, yet. He needed to think of something fast, to bring Ghost back to the present. He started singing one of their oldest songs, one they both knew by heart, but purposely left out some of the words…to see if Ghost would pay attention. It had worked before, when Ghost was lost in his head. Sure enough, it worked this time. Ghost shook his head, reminding Steve of the right words.

“Huh? I was singing it wrong,” Steve asked. “So, how does it go, then?”

Ghost sang it to him the right way. “Why you not remember, Steve? We sing it all the time.” He started laughing. So did Steve…seeing Ghost was acting normal again.

~

A half hour later, they passed a big sign saying ‘Entering Texas – Welcome to the Lone Star State’.

“Well, it don’t look any different,” Ghost said.

“We’re still on the same road…what did you expect?”

“I don’t know…like in the movies or something…”

“Oh, you mean like cattle drives, and shoot-outs at saloons?” Steve asked.

“Well, something like that…” Ghost said. He kept looking at the passing scenery…dried grass in the fields, mesquite trees, a cactus or two…then a sign, saying the next town was twenty miles farther on.

“You know I have to stop up there for gas, don’t you?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’m hungry too. I’d like to find a place to eat, and take a break from driving,” Steve mentioned casually.

“Why are you telling me this?” Ghost asked. “We already planned on it, this morning.”

“Oh, right…I forgot,” Steve said, but really, he felt like he was in the twilight zone, or something, after their conversation a little while ago. “You okay with it?”

Looking at Steve, a bit confused, Ghost asked, “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m hungry too, and I think Linda and the kids are, too. Just find somewhere we can eat.”

Steve shrugged. “No problem…I will.”

The city they were entering was a big one…Amarillo. It was easy to find a place to stop for food and gas. While Steve and Linda filled the gas tanks, they discussed where to eat. Steve told her of what Ghost had said.

“Oh, I get it…the kids were going on about seeing horses and cowboys, because Ghost said they would,” Linda said, looking around. “I don’t see any, though, do you?”

“Nope, at least not right here. Maybe I could ask inside, see where they hang out,” Steve said.

“Yes, you go do that,” Linda said.

When he got back from inside the little convenience store, he said, “They said there’s a truck stop about a mile east, with good food, and he said there’s usually a cowboy or two hauling cows or horses, who have stopped there.”

“Good, let’s go there, then,” Linda said.

“I hope they’re not mean, like Ghost said,” Steve said.

“Me too, but we’re hungry, so we have to stop somewhere,” Linda said. They got back in the van and U-Haul, and arrived soon, at the truck stop.

“Come on, let’s go in and eat,” Steve said.

“I’m gonna stay out here,” Ghost said. “Just bring me something.”

“Uh-uh…you’re getting out, too. Let’s go,” Steve said.

Reluctantly, Ghost got out, and they all went inside the truck stop.

Steve did feel eyes staring at them, as they walked around, looking for an empty booth. The place was pretty crowded. Steve led the way, with Ghost close behind, his head down, and his long hair obscuring his face. Linda was herding the kids, behind Ghost. Steve had immediately felt out of place here. He had on his usual black outfit, and looked more like a biker, than anything else. The other people there were mostly long-haul trucker types, and must have been regulars on this I-40 route, because the waitresses were joking and calling them by name. Steve did hear a few rude comments, as they passed by the tables, but he didn’t acknowledge them. …hey, studly…who’s your sissy boy?…come over here…aw, he ain’t no stud…they both a couple’a queers…hahaha…ain’t ‘cha? … Pretty mama, we got some real men who’ll show ya around… There were a few wolf whistles, too.

After sitting down at their table, the waitress came over with the menu. “Don’t pay no attention to those jerks…they holler at everybody that comes in here. They’re a bunch of assholes,” she said loud, looking the truckers’ way. “Y’all look over the menu…I’ll be back.”

Ghost had still not looked up. Stevie and Mandy were cutting up, punching each other’s arms, and giggling. Steve had a frown on his face. Linda took a menu, and decided what she and the kids would order. “Here, Steve…find something…let’s just eat and then get out of here.”

Steve took the menu, but didn’t look at it. “Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t like this place.”

“Steve, we’re here, we’re hungry. It’s a public place. I’m staying and will not let rude people upset me…now, hurry up,” Linda said.

“We wanna see horses…we wanna see cowboys,” the kids were saying over and over.

“Hush, you two, behave yourselves. We’re eating politely, and then leaving,” she scolded them.

“Fine…I’ll just get a hamburger. Ghost…what do you want?” Steve asked, sliding the menu across the table.

“Nothing…”

Steve sighed. “Listen, Ghost, you have to eat. We’re here…now pick something.”

Ghost shook his head. “These people are mean. I feel sick.” He put his head down on his arms, on the table.

The waitress came back, bringing water for everyone. “Y’all ready to order?” she asked.

Steve looked at Linda. “Let’s get it to go, ok?” he asked.

She nodded, and told the waitress what she and the kids would have, and Steve ordered two burgers, fries, and cokes for him and Ghost. “Make it all to go,” he said.

“Sure, no problem…it won’t be long,” she said, and was gone again.

Linda had brought out coloring books for the kids to keep busy with. “Ghost, you going to be okay? Drink some water, honey.” Ghost just moaned. She looked at Steve, shrugging. “I’ll tell ya later,” Steve mouthed back to her.

Their order was ready, and put into bags, so they all filed out of the truck stop, amid more heckling.

“Look, horses,” Stevie hollered, and ran toward a truck, with a horse trailer, that was parked over to the side of the parking lot.

“Stevie, come back here…leave them alone,” Linda yelled, as she hurried after him.

***

Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

***

This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 253

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 253

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 253

warning…adult content

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As morning dawned, Steve and Ghost were awakened by a knocking on the motel room’s door. The policeman from the night before was there.

“We caught the vandal,” he said. “He’s in lock-up. We need to know if you are going to press charges, because yours isn’t the only cars he broke into last night. The other victims have already made their statements, and charges have been filed, already,” the cop explained.

“So, he’s already going to be getting charged?” Steve asked.

The cop nodded.

“Okay, then…guess we won’t. Nothing was stolen, and the insurance will cover the cost of the window repair. We just want to get going. We have a long way yet to go.”

“Very well,” the policeman said. “Good luck, and have a safe journey.”

Steve went back into the room. Ghost was still trying to wake up. “I’m going to go check on Linda, and I’ll bring back coffee,” he said.

“Bring me a big one,” Ghost said, sitting up, running his hands through his tangled hair.

Steve left, going next door to Linda and the kid’s room, and knocked. She opened it, then went back to getting Stevie and Mandy dressed.

“How’s everything over here?” Steve asked.

“Fine, and I just got off the phone with a repair shop,” Linda said. “They’ll be able to fix the window in about an hour.”

Steve nodded. “Good. I’m going to go get us all some coffee, and donuts, then we can go on over there,” Steve said.

“Oh, get the kids some milk, too,” Linda said.

“Right…be back in a few minutes.” He walked down the block to a convenience store.

Linda finished getting the kids ready for the day, and by then, Steve was back. They all went over to Steve and Ghost’s room to eat. Ghost was just finishing a shower, so he grabbed his coffee. They all sat there, watching the TV for a few minutes. The kids were watching some early morning cartoons.

“Here’s the plan, y’all,” Steve said. “We get the car fixed, then head on out of here.”

Linda nodded. “The sooner the better.” She looked over at Ghost, who was propped up on the bed pillows. “Ghost…would you want to stay here with the kiddos…keep them occupied, while we’re gone?”

“Sure, if you want me to…I’ll watch them,” Ghost said.

“Yes, that would be best. I think they’ll probably just keep watching TV, and it shouldn’t take long at the repair shop,” Linda said.

“Okay, we’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He did pick up a small hint of concern from Linda, though.

She smiled. “Yeah, I always worry a bit, but I know you can handle it, Ghost.” She and Steve finished their coffee, then left to get the broken car window repaired. The drive to the place was short, and they got right in.

Ghost got out his journal and wrote in it, while the kids flipped the TV channels.

“Where we going next?” Stevie asked.

“Umm…down the highway and into Texas, I think,” Ghost said.

“Oh, that’s cool. Will we see some cowboys and Indians and horses?” Stevie asked.

Ghost shrugged. “I don’t know…maybe. I’ve never been there, so we will just get to see what we see.”

“See what we see…see what we see…” Mandy said, in a squeaky voice, over and over, until Stevie pushed her off the bed.

“Stop saying that,” he said. He looked at Ghost. “I know…why don’t you use your super-secret powers to see what we’ll see, Ghost.”

“My what?” Ghost asked.

“You know…when you see things, like a dream. I heard Uncle Steve say you can see things nobody else can…so do it…do it now…please?” Stevie begged.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” Ghost said. He was surprised that Stevie knew about his psychic abilities.

“Oh, please…tell me what we’ll see in Texas,” Steve kept on.

Sighing, Ghost thought about it a minute. He knew he could just pretend, and talk about horses or something.

“Okay, I’ll try…give me a minute…and be quiet.” Ghost said, and closed his eyes, concentrating. Stevie watched intently. Even Mandy was keeping quiet for a change.

“What’cha see?” Stevie whispered.

“Mmm…just the highway, so far,” Ghost said. “There’s open spaces, fields, a little town, with a tall tower…it holds water, I think…” Keeping his eyes closed, he continued to tell the kids what he was seeing. “Well, I see us stopping to eat at a little diner. There’s just regular people in there, but…wait…two guys come in, and I’m not sure, but they might be cowboys…”

“Yay…cowboys,” Stevie hollered. “What do they do?”

“Hang on…hang on…they have on cowboy boots, and hats, but no guns, and they drove up in a pick-up truck…not a horse…but on the back of their truck is a big long trailer, and…there’s horses in there.” He opened his eyes, to see Stevie all smiles. “Well, that’s what I think we’ll see, but we’ll have to just see if it happens.” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Stevie said.

“I can’t wait,” Mandy yelled.

They hopped off the bed, and started jumping around the room, pretending to ride horses. Ghost grinned, as he watched them. Playing with the kids was fun. He continued to write, but something was nagging at his thoughts, just beyond reach. If he tried to bring it to his conscious mind, it would fade away. All he could tell, so far, was that there was some kind of trouble up ahead, as they drove east. He wrote what he could about it, in his journal, then tried drawing pictures of Mandy and Stevie. They had settled down a bit, by now, and were coloring pictures, as they sat on the floor. He enjoyed listening to their kid’s conversation. After a few minutes, Mandy came over to show him what she drew.

“Look, Ghost, look at my picture.” She handed her paper to him.

“Oh, that’s really good, Mandy,” Ghost said. And, it was. He could see she had artistic talent, even at her young age.

“It’s a picture of where you live, Ghost…you and Uncle Steve. See…here’s the front door, and the porch,” she continued, pointing out places on the page.

Ghost smiled. “You know what? This is just what our house looks like. How did you know?”

“Because Mama told us what it looked like,” Mandy said. “She was at your house one time.”

“Hey, yes she was,” Ghost said. “I’ll be glad to be home, again, and I’ll show you around, ok?”

Mandy nodded. “Mmm-hmm, I want to see your house. I think it’s a magic house.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah, ’cause you’re magic,” she said.

He smiled. “Who told you that?”

“Nobody, I just know it. You look magic, and tell good stories,” she laughed.

“Oh…well, guess that makes me magic, then,” Ghost said, and laughed, too.

“Can I braid your hair, again?” she asked.

Ghost nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

She fished around in her little purse, and brought out a brush. She hummed a song, while she braided his hair.

“You sing good, Mandy, just like your Uncle Steve,” Ghost said.

“Really?”

“Yes, really…keep going, maybe you can sing with us on stage, someday.” They continued this awhile, as he finished his drawing of Stevie. He was wondering when Steve and Linda would be back, and then, they were there.

“Mama,” Mandy hollered, when she came in the door. She ran to hug her.

“Hey, sweetie, did y’all have fun?” Linda asked.

“Yeah, and we colored pictures, and Ghost told us stories.”

“Oh, looks like you fixed his hair, too,” Linda said, and smiled.

“Everything okay,” Steve asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Ghost said. “We had a good time. Is the window fixed?”

“It is…and we found out that the punk who did it is going to jail, too. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in trouble,” Steve said. He reached over and flipped a few of Ghost’s braids. “Mandy do this?”

“Uh-huh…just now got it done.”

Steve smiled. “You know you can take these out, anytime.”

“I know, but I’m gonna leave them awhile. I don’t mind,” Ghost said.

“Suit yourself,” Steve said. “So, y’all ready to hit the road again?”

***

Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

***

This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 252

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 252

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 252

warning…adult content

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Steve found a radio station that came in good, and Ghost wrote in his journal, as they continued their way down I-40 toward home. Missing Mile was still so far away, though, but they were making good time on the road now. There were increasing signs of trees, as they were coming out of the desert lands, and getting closer to the Lincoln National Forest, in New Mexico. They were happy to see mountains again. It reminded them of home.

Steve was getting tired of driving, after awhile, and he yawned. It was growing dark, but there were still around forty miles yet, until the next town, where they planned on spending the night. Ghost had fallen asleep a little while ago, his journal still open, with the marker ink soaking into the page.

Remembering Ghost’s UFO stories, Steve kept scanning the darkening sky for one. Finally, they approached the town of Tucumcari, and Steve reached over to wake Ghost up.

“Hey, we’re almost there…wake up.”

“Are we getting out?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, help me look for a motel sign,” Steve said, and in a few minutes they did spot one, and he pulled into the parking lot. Linda was close behind them in her van.

“I’ll go in and get a couple of rooms,” Steve said. When he returned, they drove around, and were able to be right in front of their rooms. They began unloading a few essentials that they’d need for overnight. Linda, Stevie and Mandy went inside theirs, to get ready for bed. She settled the kids and herself onto the bed, watching the TV until they all fell asleep.

Steve and Ghost did the same in their room. Ghost took a shower, then climbed into bed. Steve was next, and as Ghost listened and smiled, as he heard Steve singing. Steve usually didn’t think he had a good singing voice, but Ghost liked hearing him.

“Was that the new song you’ve been working on?” Ghost asked, when Steve came back into the room.

“Yeah…you could hear me?”

“It sounded good. I want to hear some more,” Ghost said.

“Okay, let me get my guitar, then you can hear what I’ve got so far.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and played and sang the words. It wasn’t finished, but the theme of it was about traveling on the road in the desert, including moonlight, UFOs and the both of them.”

“I love it already,” Ghost said.

Steve shrugged. “Really? The words just sorta came to me, and then I just played some notes I was thinking of. I think it goes together. Do you?”

“Yes, it’s kinda eerie, too…I like that sound,” Ghost said. “We’ll have to record it for our next CD. I need to do some, too.”

Steve laughed, and agreed. “We’ve been so busy lately, but we’ll be back to normal real soon. We’ll get back to our songs and gigs again.” Then, yawning, he put the guitar down. “I’m beat…I’ve gotta get some sleep. You can keep watching TV, if you want to. It won’t bother me.”

“Well,  since I slept some already today I will since I’m kinda awake now,” Ghost said. “I’ll turn it down low, though.”

Steve lay down, and was out in no time. Ghost got his back-pack, and found a half package of peanut butter crackers, and a bottle of water. He finished writing what he’d started earlier, in his journal. On the TV, there was an old black and white, scary movie, so he watched most of that, then went outside for a few minutes.

Looking up into the night sky, the stars seemed closer, and brighter, here in the mountain atmosphere. He figured he wouldn’t really know what to do if he actually saw a UFO…probably wave at it, or something just as silly. He giggled at the thought. In a few more minutes, he went back inside, having not seen one.

Getting into the bed with Steve, he pulled up the covers, snuggling into the warmth, after being chilled from the night air. Steve stirred, coming half-awake.

“Did ya see any?” he asked.

“No, but I looked,” Ghost said.

“Well, maybe tomorrow then,” Steve said. They both fell asleep.

~

Some time later, before dawn, there was a loud banging noise outside. Steve jerked awake, disoriented in the dark, unfamiliar room. The only light was from the neon motel sign.

“Ghost…did you hear that?” Steve shook Ghost awake. “Was that noise real, or was I dreaming it?”

The sound of breaking glass, made them both to sit straight up in the bed.

“That was real,” Ghost said, grabbing hold of Steve. “What is it?”

Steve went to the window. “Aww, shit…call 911…some asshole just broke into our cars,” he yelled. He leapt over to the door, and yanked it open. He saw a figure running away into the darkness.

Without thinking, Steve ran after the person, hollering curses at him. Ghost had found the phone, and actually remembered the letters for 911, and was now talking to the dispatcher.

“Yeah, they broke into our car and the U-Haul,” he told them. “Steve is chasing them, and we’re at a motel. Huh? …I don’t know the address or the name…just a minute, I’ll go see.” He ran outside to look for the motel sign. “It’s the Road Runner Motel, and it says, free cable TV, and pool…” he read. He stayed on the line, until he heard sirens coming down the street. “I hear them coming now,” he said, “Thank you.”

He looked around for Steve, and saw him walking back. “Did you catch him?” Ghost asked.

“Naw, I almost did, but he got away,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Those cops for us?”

“Uh-huh…go tell them.”

Steve went to talk to the police, telling them what had happened, and they all went over to look at the damage to the van and U-Haul. Linda had come out of her room, to see what was going on, along with several other motel guest. The motel manager was there, too. Assessing the damage, they found the U-Haul’s back loading door had been dented, and the lock cut, but evidently the thief hadn’t been able to get in. Linda’s car, though, had a window broken out, and the door was standing open. Things were scattered out on the pavement…mostly the kid’s toys. Taking the description of the vandal for their report, the police then left, saying they’d be in touch, when they found the person.

Linda couldn’t tell if anything had been taken, but there wasn’t much of value in the van, anyway. But now, everything was covered in shattered glass. She began picking up items and shaking them off. “Why…why me…why now?” she kept muttering to herself.

There wasn’t much they could do about the damage, until morning, and insurance would cover the repairs to the window. The manager brought out a sheet of clear plastic to tape over the window for now. Linda thanked him, and he mentioned a window repair place in town.

“I don’t think  he’ll be coming back tonight, but if you and the kids want to stay in our room, you can,” Steve said.

“Thanks, Steve, I’ll be fine, and the kids are still asleep. We’ll just stay in our room.” She looked at him. “I can’t believe you chased after him…and you’re in just your underwear,” she said, and laughed. “I was scared he might have a gun, or something.”

“I know, me too,” Steve said. “Probably wasn’t the smart thing to do, running after him like that. Well, if you’re sure y’all will be ok over there, I’m going back to bed for awhile.”

“Me too, Steve. We’ll get the window fixed, then I want to get going again,” Linda said.

~

Steve paced around the motel room, too agitated to try and go back to sleep. Ghost had gotten back in bed, and was watching Steve go back and forth.

“I do, too” Ghost said.

Steve looked over at him. “Huh? You do too, what?”

“Want to get out of this state. That’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it?” Ghost asked.

“Oh, yeah…it was.”

“I heard you, and I know why…’cause just bad stuff has happened, ever since we got here, and maybe more bad stuff is gonna happen.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I mean, New Mexico is cool and all, but just too weird for me, I guess. I know you wanted to see a UFO, but with our luck, if we did, it’d probably suck us up, and we’d never be seen again.”

Nodding, Ghost said, “It’d disappear us, huh?”

“Yep, or take us underground in those tunnels I heard about.”

“Ooo, I don’t wanna go in no tunnels, Steve,” Ghost said. “But, we could go in that big ‘ol cave, though, ’cause other people would be there…not just aliens. That would be okay.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but we’re not gonna do either one…we’re getting the hell outta here as soon as we can, in the morning.” He took another look out the window, then came and got into the bed. Slipping under the covers, he snuggled close to Ghost.

“I just really want to be home, Steve,” Ghost said.

“Me too, this road trip adventure is just a bit too much…” Steve said, and Ghost finished, saying, “adventure…”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said, right up next to Ghost’s ear.

Ghost turned toward Steve, running his hand lightly over Steve’s face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Steve said. They kissed and fell asleep holding each other close.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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“I’ll order whatever sounds like UFO food,” Ghost said, still talking about what he wanted to eat when they stopped in New Mexico.

“You’re weird, ya know,” Steve said.

“I know,” Ghost said. He got out his journal and pen, and began drawing pictures of aliens and UFOs. He’d show Steve what he drew, every once in awhile. “How do you like this one?” he kept asking.

“I like all of them,” Steve said, glancing at the page. “You draw really good. Where do you get ideas for aliens, anyway…TV?”

“Nuh-uh…them shows are fake. I seen real ones before…in a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. I think I was there where they were, looking at them,” Ghost said.

Steve knew Ghost was off and running with another fantastical story, but he loved hearing them, so he kept asking questions. “When was this dream, not a dream deal?”

“Oh, a long time ago, before I was here.” Ghost said.

“Up in the mountains?”

“No, before that…another time,” Ghost said. “I was here before this time…you know…” he sighed. “I still miss it sometimes…that other time.”

“You’re not making sense…what other time?” Steve asked.

Ghost thought a minute. “Didn’t I tell you before, that we both knew each other a bunch of other times? That’s why we’re together now, ’cause we always were supposed to be. We’ll always be together…even when we’re gone from here.”

Frowning, Steve was still confused. “You told me before?”

“Yeah, I think so. My grandmother told me, and she told you. Then I told you again. Remember?”

Steve thought about it, trying to get what Ghost was talking about. He vaguely remembered the strange conversation he’d had with Ghost’s grandmother, Miz Deliverance, that day he rescued Ghost behind the school, many years ago. What had she said…that he and Ghost were meant to meet again, but only when the time was right…and then…it was the right time.

“I kinda remember that, Ghost. I didn’t get it then, though, and I still don’t, but it is a familiar feeling…I get this weird knowing about us, that I can’t put into words.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ghost said. “Exactly. There’s a word for it, for when you come back, and another word for what we are…re…something…” he tried to think of the words.

“Oh, you mean reincarnation?” Steve asked. “Is that it? I’ve heard of that, and it’s like you said…we come back again and again.”

“That’s the word, Steve, and that’s what we did. And, the other words is soul-mates, I just remembered. That’s what we are…our souls are meant to be together, no matter what, no matter when, and in every lifetime we’re in…every one of them.” Ghost laughed. “And, here we are today.”

Steve laughed, too. “That’s so cool. That’s the connection we have. I get it, now.”

Ghost nodded, “And our name too…Lost Souls?…’cause it fits…we are lost souls ’till we find each other again. I’m glad it’s you, Steve. I wouldn’t want it to be anybody else.”

“Me too, Ghost…it wouldn’t work any other way,” Steve said.

They rode in silence a little while, both thinking of it. Then, Steve asked, “What’s that got to do with UFOs?”

“Huh?” Ghost asked. “Oh, you mean me seeing them in a maybe dream, and the stuff between us? Nothing, I guess, except I remember this other place and time I was in, and they were there. I don’t think I stayed very long in that place, that time, ’cause I couldn’t find you, and I had to keep searching. You weren’t one of the aliens.”

“But, you kind of miss that place?”

“Yeah, ’cause it was pretty neat. I didn’t live very long…didn’t get to know it much.”

“Would you go back there, if you had a chance?” Steve asked. “If a UFO stopped us, right here in the road, and asked you to come back…would you go?”

“No, why would I?” Ghost said, shaking his head. “You are here, Steve. This is where I belong.”

“Good, I want you to stay here with me,” Steve said, smiling.

~

After awhile, they came to the next city, Albuquerque. Steve pulled into a large parking lot, and waited for Linda to catch up. “Here she is,” he said, getting out of the U-Haul.

Linda pulled her van up next to them, and rolled down the window. Steve leaned in, and asked, “Just wondering if you have any idea of where you and the kids want to eat.”

“Anything but fast food and sandwiches,” she said. “I need a break, and want some real food, today.” She laughed.

They scanned the area of town they were in, but didn’t see anything likely. “Maybe we could ask someone over in that convenience store? Surely, they’d know a good place to eat,” Linda said.

“Okay, I’ll go ask,” Steve said, and walked over to the little store.

The kids were getting fidgety, wanting to get out and run around. “We’ll get out in a few minutes. Uncle Steve will be right back, then we’ll go eat.”

When Steve rejoined them, Linda asked, “What did you find out?”

“There’s a restaurant about two blocks over there,” he said, pointing. “It has all different things. Then there’s a diner, about a mile up the road, and a truck stop on the way out of town. Which one sounds the best?”

“The restaurant, will be fine,” Linda said.

Steve went back to the U-Haul. “Did you find a place?” Ghost asked. He began putting away his book and markers.

“Yep, and looks like it’s right over there,” Steve said, as he was pulling into the parking lot.

Inside the restaurant, they were led to a booth, and given menus. Ghost looked it over and laughed. “See…I told you there’d be UFO food,” he showed Steve, pointing out the names of some of the choices.

“You’re right,” Steve said, reading them off out loud.

About half the menu did have funny UFO names for the pretty much ordinary food. There was ‘planetary meatballs and spaghetti’, ‘flying saucer tortillas’ for a build your own burrito, ‘E-T tacos’, ‘alien appetizer platter’, ‘close encounter’ enchiladas, and ‘galaxy grilled chicken’, among other things. They made their choices, and drank iced-tea while they waited for their order to be ready.

“This is the weirdest place I ever ate at,” Steve said, as he looked around.

“I know,” Linda said. “I don’t even know what it’s supposed to be…is it a Mexican food place?”

“Kind of, but the waiters are all dressed…well, like Mexicans from outer space.” He snickered at that.

Ghost was taking it all in. He had a grin on his face, and was enjoying the spectacle. There was a hodge-podge of costumes the waiters and waitresses were wearing, from serapes and sombreros, to alien ears, and antennas, in any combination. The décor was just as mixed up, and the music playing over the speakers was western songs, alternating with sci-fy movie themes.

Their waiter came by to let them know it wouldn’t be long. “Y’all’s order is working, but if the kids want to burn off some energy, there’s a kid space over through that door,” he said, pointing to the back of the room.

“Thanks,” Linda said. “That’s just what they need.” She and Steve took Stevie and Mandy over to play. Ghost got out his camera,  and wandered around snapping pictures. Several other customers were doing the same, and he got to talk to them about where they were from, and where they were going. It was like a family party atmosphere in the restaurant. He found his way into the play area, to take pictures of the kids. They were having a ball, hollering and playing on all the equipment, with some other kids. After a little while, their waiter motioned to them that their food was ready, so they rounded up the kids, and went back to their table. There was so much food there, the table was filled.

“Oh, my…we ordered a lot,” Linda said.

“Well, let’s get started, then,” Steve said.

They ate until they could hold no more. “I’m dying,” Ghost said. “I ate too much.”

“But it was so good,” said Steve, pushing his plate away. Even the kids had eaten a lot, for them. They paid their way out, and went back to the cars.

“Ready to get back on the road?” Steve asked. “There’s a few more hours until it gets dark.”

“Sure, we really should,” Linda said. “Then we can all sleep good tonight at a motel.”

They pulled out of the parking lot, and found the Interstate highway, again. Everyone was refreshed from their break.

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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On the elevator, riding down to the waiting area, Ghost seemed to be fine, but Steve asked anyway, “You okay? I mean, you’re out of here now, and the doctor said you could go, but how do you really feel?”

“I’m good…feeling fine, Steve. I’m just happy to be outta here. That medicine makes me feel weird, though, like floaty or something.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, he said it probably would until you get used to it. He said not to drive…”

“I don’t wanna drive,” Ghost said, looking alarmed.

Steve laughed. “I know, and I told the doctor you don’t. So, do you feel ready to get back on the road, when we leave here? You can sleep if you need to…or we can stay at the motel another day or so…whatever you need.”

Ghost sighed. “I just want to be home.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Steve still thought Ghost didn’t feel good, though, but he willed himself to not think it, because Ghost would pick up on his thoughts, and he didn’t want to start another conversation about it right now. He’d take Ghost’s word on it, and they would carry on.

As they got to the waiting room, Stevie and Mandy came running to hug Ghost. “Yay…we missed you, Ghost. Can you come out now?” Stevie asked.

“Yeah, I can come out now,” Ghost said, kneeling down to hug the kids.

“You got a boo-boo?” Mandy asked, touching Ghost’s cheek.

“Um-hmm, but it’s better now.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Linda said. “Are you up for more traveling?”

“Sure…I’m letting Steve drive, ya know, so I can write…and sleep,” Ghost said, and laughed.

“Good, then I guess we should get going, huh, Steve?” Linda asked.

“I’m ready if y’all are,” Steve said.

The kids got their things, and everyone went to their cars. Steve briefed Linda on the route out of town, and they took off down the road…out of Arizona into New Mexico. Steve figured they could make it across with only a stop for food and gas once, before night.

Turning on the radio, Steve tried to find a station that would come in more than static. He still thought it was strange that cities were so far apart out here in the west. It wasn’t like back home, at all. Ghost stared out the window for awhile, as he munched on peanut butter crackers, and sipped water. He wasn’t very talkative, even though Steve commented on the desert scenery, as they rode along. Finally finding some music to listen to, he settled into driving, and keeping a watch in the rearview mirror, to make sure Linda was still following. There weren’t many other cars on the road, so she had no problem keeping up.

Ghost got out his journal, and began to write.

“What’cha writing about,” Steve asked.

“Oh, just whatever I think of. I’m trying to catch up from the last time I wrote in here. You know, about the hospital and all…and why I was there, and how I felt.” He looked out the window again, for a few seconds. “Then, I’ll write about us going down the road.”

“Oh, okay.” After a couple of minutes Steve said, “While you were in the hospital, I kinda was writing a song. I got some of the words down, and kept hearing the notes in my head.” He looked over at Ghost, to get his reaction.

Ghost was grinning. “You did? What’s it about? When can I hear it?”

“I need to work on it some more, but it’s about that ghost town we saw…and you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, how you knew there was a fake town, and a real one. Well, there’s more to it than that…like words unspoken…about fake and real stuff. Like I said, I’m still working on it, but I’ll try to play it for you tonight when we stop,” Steve said.

Ghost reached over and touched Steve’s face. “I’m glad you’re real,” he said.

Steve smiled. “Glad you’re real, too.”

Ghost sighed. “I’m sleepy…I want to lay down.”

“Well, there’s really no way. Just try to get comfortable as best you can, because you have to have your seat belt on.”

“I know,” Ghost said. He scooched down a little bit, though, and took his jacket to rest his head on, against the side window. He looked up into the sky of New Mexico…a clear, blue sky.

Steve glanced over at him…sky blue eyes, match the blue sky…amazing…

“I’m looking for UFOs,” Ghost said. “This is where they hang out, ya know.”

“In the daytime?” Steve asked.

“Sure, why not?”

“Well, ’cause then people would see them?” Steve countered.

“Yeah, like me,” Ghost said. “That’s ’cause I’m looking for them. They come out of their secret hiding places sometimes, just to see if we’re paying attention. Then the next day, they’ll know…the people report a sighting, and it gets wrote about in the paper, and on TV.”

Steve snorted. “So the UFOs read the newspapers and watch TV news?”

“No, not the UFOs, Steve…the aliens.”

“Ohh, I see…”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, still looking farther down the road. “Ya see that big ‘ol mountain, way off over there? That could be where they have their cave at…where they live.”

Steve laughed out loud. “They live in caves?”

“Well, yeah, or hollowed out places in the mountains. It would have to be big enough for their UFOs, though,” Ghost said. “I know some things, Steve.”

“Yes, you sure do,” Steve said, totally believing all Ghost was saying, and at the same time, knowing it was another fantastic story that Ghost loved to tell…and could make seem so real.

Ghost smiled his crooked grin, knowing he had sucked Steve into his tale of UFOs. “My eyes are tired of looking now, but you wake me up if you happen to see one.”

“I will, right after I scream from fright.”

Ghost closed his eyes, and was asleep almost before Steve finished talking. Steve yawned, and fiddled with the radio again. He let down the window for some fresh air…anything to keep awake.

“This road is monotonous,” he thought. “Feels like we’re getting nowhere, even as the miles keep rolling by.” He wondered how Linda was holding up. She was still behind him, keeping up. He risked a quick call.

“Hey, Linda, I’m ready to get out and stretch my legs awhile. Let’s stop at the next town,” he said.

“Okay, I’m needing to stop, too,” she said.

They continued for another thirty miles or so, finally seeing signs for the next town. Then, pulling into a gas station/convenience store, he got out to stretch. He was pumping gas into the U-Haul, when Linda pulled into the parking lot.

“Is everyone asleep?” Steve asked.

“My two are, but I’m thinking I should wake them up to go potty,” Linda said.

“Let’s see,” Steve said. “The next town is about an hour away. Maybe they’ll stay asleep until then, and we’ll be hungry, too. I say we keep going. Just let them sleep for now. You need to go, while we’re stopped?” he asked.

“Yep, keep an eye on the kids, and I’ll be right back,” Linda said, as she walked to the store.

When she returned, Steve took his turn, then they were off down the road, again. Steve kept thinking of the song he was working on, trying out different words, hoping he could remember them to write them down. Ghost began to wake up, shortly before they were to stop.

He sat up straighter, rubbing his neck. “Where we at?” he asked.

“”The middle of nowhere,” Steve said.

“Huh?”

“We’re between towns, Ghost. We’re gonna stop pretty soon, and get something to eat.”

“Oh, yeah…I’m hungry,” Ghost said.

“We’ll stop in Albuquerque to eat, then keep going until dark. We’ll probably make it into Tucumcari for tonight,” Steve said. “We’re on this here road I-40 all the way home.”

“They got some funny names out here, don’t they?” asked Ghost. “Did ya see any UFOs when I was asleep?”

“No, I would have woke you up, if I had.”

“Where we going to eat? I want some New Mexico food,” Ghost said.

“What kind is that? Is it different than regular food? We’ll just eat at a regular place…order whatever you want,” Steve said.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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Down in the hospital waiting room, Stevie and Mandy were enjoying playing and talking with the volunteers.

“Hey, y’all…it’s time to go,” Linda said, as she and Steve returned. “Thanks for watching them,” she said to the young ladies.

“It was no problem,” one said. “Stevie and Mandy are lots of fun. We had a good time.”

“We had fun, Mom,” Stevie said.

“I’m glad, honey. Now, thank the ladies and get your things. We need to go,” Linda said.

“Can Ghost come, too?”

“In the morning, Stevie. We’ll pick him up, then.”

~

They all went out to the van to go back to the motel. “It’s late, kids, so I want you to go brush your teeth, and get into your pajamas…it’s bedtime,” Linda said. “Are you going to turn in now, Steve, or feel like staying up awhile?”

“I’m staying up. I’m too hyper to go to sleep…you?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, same here, too tired to go to sleep right now, and I need a snack. Do you have anything?” Linda asked.

“No, but there’s that convenience store on the corner. I could go get something,” Steve said.

“Okay, you do that, while I get these kiddos in bed. Get me some milk and a do-nut, or a sweet roll, ok?” Linda asked.

Steve said he would, as he went out the door. Linda tucked the kids into bed, and read them a short story from one of their books. They were both asleep by the time Steve got back, so they talked while eating.

“I really want to play some on my guitar, Linda, but I’m afraid it’ll wake them up. But, if I go outside, it’ll bother the other people,” Steve said.

“I don’t think it will wake them up, if it’s not too loud…go get it,” Linda said.

“I’ll try to play quite,” Steve grinned, and went out to the U-Haul.

Then, settling on the other bed, he began to play, just random chords and humming along, stopping once in awhile to write some words down in a small notebook.

“What are you writing?” Linda asked.

Steve looked up. “Oh, just playing around, trying to make up some lyrics and noting what chords go with what I’m kinda hearing in my head.”

She laughed. “So, that’s how you do song writing?”

Steve shrugged. “Well, that’s how I do it. I don’t know how anyone else does it.”

“When did you learn to play?”

“A long time ago…I guess maybe when I was ten or eleven years old.” He laughed, remembering. “Man, I found this old beat up guitar in the alley, by the trash barrels, one day. It had a couple of strings missing, but I thought I was Elvis or somebody.”

“Wait,” Linda said, “I think I remember that. It was not long before I left. You carried that old guitar around everywhere.”

“Yep, and then I guess it was after you all had gone…Dad actually did something nice…he got me a decent guitar. I think it was from the pawn shop or somewhere, but it had all the strings. So, I kept practicing. I’d make songs up, and trying to make it sound like what I’d hear on the radio,” he said. Then he smiled. “A few years later, I met Ghost…like when I was fifteen? Anyway, I had my old T-Bird by then. You know, Linda…it wasn’t all bad with him…Dad…there were some ok times, too. Just…the drinking…well, when he wasn’t beating me up, he was ok…I thought I was pretty lucky, I mean, I had a car and a guitar. I had big dreams back then. And, when I heard Ghost sing…well, that was it. We were gonna be big rock stars,” he said.

“Tell me some more, Steve. I love hearing about it,” Linda said.

“Well, Ghost and I would go all over the town, and we’d go up into Kinsey’s bar to hear the bands play on Saturday nights. We weren’t supposed to even be in there, being under-age and all. That was before he changed it to a…whatever…PG rating? Hah…weird, but back then it was an adults only place. Ol’ Kinsey knew us, of course. He knew Ghost’s grandmother for a long time, and that was even before she and Ghost moved to Missing Mile. Anyway, he’d let us stay and listen, just out of sight in the back room. So when the bands would take their break, there we’d be, just in awe of them. They’d kid around with us, and showed me some cool licks on the guitar…stuff like that. Then, one night they brought us out on the stage. The guy told me to play this song we’d been practicing, and he told Ghost to sing it. So we did. It was amazing, Linda. And, Kinsey was about to have a fit, that we were up there, but we finished the song, and people clapped and liked it. I guess that was our debut, of sorts. So people asked us to play at their parties and things around town…no bars, though…until we were legit, anyway. We still went to Kinsey’s to listen from the back room every chance we got.”

“That is a wonderful story, Steve. I wish I’d have been there to see y’all in those early days. Now look at y’all…big stars, with CDs and a book, and playing on that same stage…it’s your dream come to life. I’m proud of you…both of you, for sticking with it, and never giving up on it.”

“Thanks, Sis…it’s been a long way of hard work, but yeah, we did it,” Steve said. He strummed some more songs, then they both felt they could sleep. Tomorrow morning was fast approaching, and they’d be on the road again.

~

Morning did come sooner than they wanted. The kids were full of energy, but Steve and Linda were still tired, and were slowly getting it together. Steve ran across to the little store, for coffee. They’d go for breakfast in a little while.

“Are we going to be traveling today? Will Ghost even be up for it, or should we wait another day?” Linda asked.

“Good question,” Steve said. “I would think he’d be okay with it, since the doctor is releasing him today. We’ll see how it goes, though…see how he’s feeling. If possible, though, I’d like to push on toward home.”

“Me too,” Linda said. “Ghost can sleep can’t he, in the U-Haul?”

“Yep, Ghost can sleep good anywhere, and especially when we’re driving around,” Steve laughed.

“Let’s go eat, then we’ll go pick him up,” Linda said.

They packed up everything, and checked out of the motel. Taking both the U-Haul and the van, they found a place to eat, before driving over to the hospital. Steve went up to Ghost’s room, and as he pushed open the door, he could hear the doctor talking. He went in quietly, and listened. Ghost was sitting on the edge of the bed, sort of listening, but mostly twirling a strand of his hair around his fingers, and staring off into space…daydreaming, Steve figured.

“Are you getting this, Ghost?” the doctor asked. “It’s important you take your meds, as directed, and keep up with therapy when you get home.”

“Uh-huh, I know,” Ghost said.

“Steve, you make sure he does.”

“I will,” Steve said.

“Well, Ghost, your discharge papers have been signed and you’re free to go. I’ve given you enough medicine to get home on, more in fact, but get them filled again as soon as possible. Now, good-bye, have a safe trip home.”

Ghost got up, and was going to go on out, wearing the hospital gown, but Steve stopped him. “Wait, I brought ya some clothes,” he said, handing Ghost a paper bag.  “Get dressed. I’ll be out in the hall.”

Steve and the doctor went out of the room. “Tell me for real…how is he, and is it okay to travel…like starting when we leave here?” Steve asked.

“Oh, he’s fine to travel, and to do anything now, same as usual. I don’t want him driving, though, until he see’s how the new medicine is working,” the doctor said.

“He don’t drive,” Steve said. “Well, he has before, but he don’t like to, so that won’t be a problem.”

“That’s good. Now, I know he has his own doctors at home, but I sure would appreciate your letting me know how he’s doing, sometimes.”

“I ‘ll get in touch, doctor. You’ve done so much to help him.” Steve said.

They shook hands, and the doctor went on to see other patients. Steve went back into the room. “You ready to go?” he asked Ghost.

“Did I have anything I need to get?” Ghost asked, looking around the room.

“No, I don’t think so,” Steve said. “Everything is already packed up in the truck, and Linda and the kids are waiting down stairs. Let’s go.” He held open the door, and they got in the elevator to the waiting area.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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When Steve returned to the waiting room, he had a big smile on his face. Linda knew immediately that everything was good again between her brother and Ghost. She jumped from the chair and grabbed him.  “How did it go?”

“Yeah, it’s all good. We talked and he wasn’t meaning what he said before. He wants to see you,” Steve said. “I have to go find him some good coffee, and maybe he can get out of here, and…” he babbled on.

Linda got her purse and handed him the keys to the van. “Here, you and the kids go find the coffee. Get them something too, while I go up.” He took the keys and the kids, and they went on a coffee search.

“We’re on a mission,” Steve told Stevie and Mandy. “We’re looking for good coffee, so y’all tell me if you see any,” he said, as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

~

Linda made her way up to Ghost’s room. She knocked on the door, then entered. “Hey, Ghost, how are you feeling?” She didn’t know if he’d accept a hug from her, yet.

“I be okay, Linda,” Ghost said.

“Good. Well, Steve and the kids went to find you some coffee…he should be back soon.” She grinned, and so did Ghost.

“I didn’t mean to make you and Steve worry,” he said.

“Oh, I know, honey. We were very worried about you though…and I feel like it’s my fault in the first place. I’m so sorry for what happened…for how I acted…how I ran out of the room. It was only because I didn’t want to embarrass you, after I barged in and you weren’t dressed…” she hung her head down. “Well, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Ghost took her hand. “But, I scared you…I know I did…how I look so bad.”

She shook her head. “No, no, of course not. I really didn’t even notice. Steve told me, a long time ago, about your scars, and how you think they are bad…but, Ghost…honestly…I was a little surprised, but only because of how he told me, and the way you see them, but believe me, the scars are just barely visible. That’s why. I was expecting worse, and they weren’t. They must have faded over the years. I wish you could see it – not how you first got them…” she stopped then, afraid to say any more, in case she was saying too much.

“That’s what Steve said, too,” Ghost said. “I know y’all are right, but it’s hard for me. I just see ugly.” He frowned, thinking. “You know, they psyched me, and said the same thing. I try to stop it in my head, but I think it’s broke, ’cause it’s not getting looking better. But, I’m trying…and I have to be psyched some more…and…well, thank you for telling me, Linda.”

She nodded. “I’m glad we can talk, Ghost. Sometimes I need some truths and encouragements told to me. Will you do that for me? If you sense me feeling sad, or doubting how I’m raising the kids, or anything like that…will you just talk to me about it?” she asked.

“Yeah, I will,” he said, then smiled. “I want you to kick my ass and tell me to knock off the pity party for myself.” Laughing then, he said, “And, you can kick Steve’s ass too, when he gets all bossy.”

Linda was laughing at that, when Steve came in, carrying coffee for all of them.

“What’s so damn funny?” he asked. “Oh, the nurse volunteers, down in the waiting area, are watching the kids.” He handed Linda and Ghost their cups of coffee.

Ghost opened his, and inhaled…”Ahh, real coffee,” he sighed. Closing his eyes he took a big gulp of the hot brew. Steve and Linda watched, amazed.

“It’s so hot…I can’t even begin to drink it,” Linda said. “How does he do that?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know, but he always does.” He looked at them both. “Is everything ok with…everything?”

“Yes, we had a good talk and we’re fine,” Linda said.

“We were talking about ass kickings,” Ghost said. “I said she can kick yours.” He started laughing. “And mine, too.”

“What?” Steve looked confused. “Why?”

“‘Cause I need it when I feel sorry for myself…and you need it when you get bossy,” Ghost explained.

“Ahh, I see…so, you think I’m bossy? Both of you?” He laughed, when they both said yes.

“Do I get to kick some asses, too?” Steve asked.

“No,” Linda and Ghost both said at the same time.

Shaking his head, Steve found a chair to sit on, then leaned back, thinking about how he loved these two people in his life, and how Ghost was seeming back to normal, with his joking around. He was happy. They all were.

They continued talking about the rest of the trip home. “How many more days on the road, Steve?” Linda asked. “We still have so many states to go through.”

“I think I miscalculated,” Steve said. “I thought three days. That was way too positive thinking.”

“But, we had fun stopping and looking around,” Ghost said.

“Yes, we have had an interesting time, so far. It’s more like a sightseeing vacation trip, I guess now,” Linda said. “I’m having a good time, but I am tired too, and anxious about getting settled, you know.”

“I know,” Steve said. “Why are we in a hurry, again? Missing Mile will still be there when we get there. The kids are having a blast, and learning about the states, and some history. It’s better seeing and doing hands on lessons.” He was nodding. “And, Linda…don’t even worry a second about finding a job or a house. You wouldn’t even have to work ever again, if you didn’t want to.”

“I know, Steve, and I appreciate you saying that, but I need and want to make it on my own. I like working, anyway…at least part-time. Don’t worry, I’ll ask for help if I need it…and at first I definitely will,” Linda said.

“Ok, you got a deal, sister,” Steve said.

They’d been so involved in their conversation, they hadn’t noticed that Ghost had gone to sleep. He still had his half-full cup of coffee in his hands. Steve gently took it, and pulled the sheet up higher.

“He’s going to be ok, Steve,” Linda said.

“I hope so, Linda, but he’s so tired…I can tell. I’m still worried.”

“Let’s wait and see what the doctor says, then if we have to stay longer, then we will,” Linda said, squeezing Steve’s hand. Steve nodded.

As if right on cue, the doctor did come in, with a nurse.  He greeted Steve and Linda, then said, “Steve, I want to examine Ghost, then I’ll let you know my recommendations.”

“Should we wait in the hall?” Steve asked.

“If you don’t mind…it won’t be long,” the doctor said. The nurse had already woken Ghost, and was checking his vitals exam. Steve and Linda went out into the hallway to wait.

~

When the doctor came back out of the room, he led them to a sitting area. “Okay, here’s how it is, Steve. We’ve changed his medications. Get the prescriptions filled as soon as you can. I’m giving you enough to get home on, but he needs them on a daily basis. They should help tremendously with his seizures. If he does have one, it should be mild and short…you’ll be able to handle it, and so will he.” He looked down at his notes again.

“Everything checks out good. His cuts are healing, and the stitches should be taken out in a couple of weeks. You can go to a local clinic for that. Now, he is run down, though. Make him take his vitamins, and encourage him to eat. I know it’s hard to eat well on the road, but try, and especially at home. The main problem, of course, is his mental state. That worry and anxiety can take a huge toll on the body. He may seem to be coping on the face of it, but seriously, he needs to be in therapy…long term. I know he resists, but for his mental health, see that he does go.

“I discussed it with him, and he agrees, and the psychiatrist concurs…if he keeps on like usual, he will do harm to himself…”

“But, doctor…” Steve interrupted, “he didn’t mean to get cut by that mirror…he told me.”

“I know, Steve, and that’s the problem…he can’t grasp that his thoughts and his actions are two different things. I know we all just met under these circumstances, and I don’t know his past history, but am I right in saying this has been an ongoing scenario for years?”

Steve nodded. “Yes, doctor, it has…I just don’t want to say it.”

“I know, but Steve, you do have to…for him, because he can’t, yet, or maybe never. The brain injuries have done damage…irreplaceable damage, looking at the scans, but the therapy and the new meds should be a huge help. Understand? Ok, I’ll release him in the morning. He’ll be free to go, just get the meds filled, and be patient with him. Take it slow, if possible, but get him into a regular routine at home, as soon as you can,” the doctor advised.

They shook hands, then, and Steve and Linda went back in to see Ghost. “Hey, Ghost, you can get out of here first thing in the morning,” Steve said. “How about that?”

Ghost smiled. “Good, I’m ready to get out…and Steve, I heard what y’all were saying. I couldn’t help it. I’ll try real hard to do all that, but you have to remind me.”

“I will…I sure will,” Steve said. He gave Ghost a big hug.

“We’ll pick you up in the morning, hon,” Linda said on her and Steve’s way out the door.

Ghost gave her a thumbs up, then lay back on his pillows, closed his eyes, and was asleep before Steve and Linda had reached the elevators.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 247

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After Steve had made his phone call to Kinsey, he went back to Linda’s motel room. Seeing that she and the kids were already asleep, he lay across the smaller bed, and shut his eyes…willing himself to go to sleep. He needed to forget what the day had been like, so far, but the images kept coming, over and over, like flashes from a scary movie. The drone of the air-conditioner finally lulled him into a fitful sleep. For awhile, all was quiet.

~

Stevie and Mandy were giggling and playing some game with their toys, and Linda kept shushing them, but it woke Steve up, anyway. Cracking his eyes open, he said, “It’s okay…I’m awake.”

“Sorry, I tried to keep them quiet, Steve,” Linda said.

He lay there a few more minutes. Something was nagging at him; he tried to remember what it was. Then, he did recall a dream he’d just had, or at least parts of it. He’d heard tiny leprechaun voices all around him. They were saying they would grant him a wish, if he could find the pot of gold. He tried and tried…his wish was that Ghost would be okay, but he couldn’t find it. He woke up to the little voices of Stevie and Mandy.

“I couldn’t find it,” he mumbled to himself.

“What?” Linda asked. “You couldn’t find what?”

Looking over at her, he said, “The pot of gold…so I didn’t get my wish.” He saw that she didn’t get it. “Oh, it was nothing…just a dream I had.”

“It sounds strange,” Linda said.

Nodding, Steve said, “Umm-hmm, but I wanted to find it so bad. He got up to go wash his face, and try to wake all the way up. Looking at his watch he saw that it was almost five-thirty.

“Hey, Linda, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat, then it’ll be time to go to the hospital.”

“Good idea,” she said. “Let me get these kids into some fresh clothes, then let’s go.”

~

Driving through the town, they found a restaurant that wasn’t too fancy, so they went in. They ordered their food, and talked while they ate.

“I want you to go in to see Ghost with me, Linda,” Steve said. “I don’t care what they say, we’re all family.”

“Yes, we are, and I will go in, but don’t you want to go in first? I mean, they way things were left, I think maybe y’all should talk alone for a few minutes,” Linda said. “And, really I can’t leave the kids alone.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. I’m just nervous. What do I say? Or do I just pretend it didn’t happen…what he said? Maybe he don’t even remember it, either…I hope so.”

“I know, me too,” Linda said. “Just go in normal…don’t say anything about it. This is so awkward for you, Steve…and me, too. You and Ghost have gone through so much, but this here…this weird feeling of how to be with each other….” she said, sighing and shaking her head. “Well, it has to work out. However it does, we still all have to get home to Missing Mile together. It has to get resolved somehow.”

“Yeah, I know,” Steve said. He looked at the time. “So let’s do this…ya ready to go?”

“Yes, come on kids, time to go,” she said, gathering up their things, as Steve paid the bill.

~

“Where we going, Mommy,” Stevie asked.

“Honey, we’re going to the hospital again, to see Ghost.”

“Can he come home now?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out. We hope so. You and Mandy need to bring in a toy or coloring book to keep you busy for a little while.”

They looked through their things, picking out what they wanted to bring in with them. Linda pulled up in the parking lot, and they all went inside.

“You go up there first, Steve.” She gave him a hug. She didn’t say any more, but he knew she was hoping it would be okay with Ghost. She settled the kids, and then sat and stared at the TV that was bolted to the wall, not knowing or caring what was on.

~

Steve went up the elevator to the floor Ghost was on, then walked slowly to his room. The door was closed. Trembling all over, and his heart pounding, he pushed open the door. Tears stung his eyes, as he looked at Ghost. He was awake, looking up at the TV.

He had more color in his cheeks this evening, and the cuts to his face had been treated, and the stitches he’d gotten were covered, but he looked so alone and vulnerable in that hospital bed, wearing the flimsy, cotton gown. As Steve walked in, Ghost turned to see him.

The moment Steve was worried about, was now.

“Steve…” Ghost whispered. He smiled his crooked grin, and held out his arms to Steve, who rushed over to the bed.

“Ghost, Ghost,” he cried, as he fell into Ghost’s embrace. They hugged each other tight, not wanting to let go. Then they kissed…so familiar, yet so new at the same time. “Oh, Ghost, I was so worried about you,” Steve said. “I’m still afraid …of what…” he started saying, but Ghost stopped him.

“I know, Steve. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it. I was just in such a bad place…I was hating myself, not you, and I know you could never hate me. Can you just forget it…like it never happened? I been so worried, too. So worried that you’d never come back for me,” he said, choking back a sob.

“Oh, Babe, I’d never, ever leave you…not here, not anywhere,” Steve said.

“This day has been so long, Steve. I feel better, but so sad I made you leave.”

“I know…it’s been the same for me, too,” Steve said. They were quiet for a minute, just staring into each other’s eyes. Then Ghost looked down.

“Steve, they made me talk to one of those people…the psy…uh…I don’t know what kind, but those head people.”

“They did? A psychiatrist?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, and they asked a lot of questions…about what happened…and why…and did I want to go to another place for awhile…” Ghost looked up at Steve. “They won’t make me do that, will they? I just wanna go home is all.”

“Of course not,” Steve said. “They can’t make you do anything, but…did it help…to talk, I mean?”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, ’cause it was bad, Steve. Things got so mixed up to me, and…and…I was in this dark place where I couldn’t get out, and it didn’t go away until I woke up here.”

“Oh God, Ghost…I’m so sorry…and if I did or said anything to cause it…well, I’m sorry,” Steve said.

“No, it wasn’t…it was my craziness in my head. That’s all…and Steve…I know what they think…and I know you want to ask, but you won’t… I didn’t try to kill myself. I’d never do that…I promise.” His chin quivered, but he kept talking. “But, Steve, it wasn’t an accident either. I hit that mirror real hard, ’cause I didn’t like looking at me. All I see is ugly, bad stuff, and I just couldn’t look any more.” he took a deep sigh. “I forgot it was glass…I was hitting me. Then, I felt my head go crazy,and I fell down. That’s all I know.”

“Oh, thank God, Ghost,” Steve said. “I mean, not that you’re hurt and all, but well, you know…that it wasn’t on purpose.”

Ghost thought a minute. “The psy lady said I should see someone at home…to keep working on feeling better about myself. And, the doctor said I need to take this other medicine now, too. These here ones.” He handed Steve a couple of prescriptions that had been written for him.

Steve looked at them, and nodded. “Then that’s what you’ll do…take these, and go talk to someone at home.”

“I know,” Ghost nodded.

“So when can you get out of here?”

Ghost shrugged. “I don’t know…they didn’t say.”

“Well, do you feel like you should stay, you know, to be stronger for traveling the rest of the way home? We don’t have to be in such a big hurry that it would be bad for you,” Steve said.

“Well, I feel okay to go, really. This place is not fun…they keep poking me and psy-ing me, and Steve, what I really want…I mean need?” He smiled, “I need a good cup of coffee. This here is crap, coffee. Can ya get me a good one and bring it?”

Steve laughed. “Yes, I’m sure I can.”

“The doctor should be back in a little while. That’s what he said.”

“Good. I need to talk to him, and get you outta here,” Steve said, standing up to leave. “I’ll go find coffee for you. Oh, Linda wants to come up to see you…you okay with that?”

“Yeah, send her up,” Ghost said.

“I’ll be back soon,” Steve said, kissing Ghost again.

He left almost dancing down the hallway. His heart was singing now…not lurching.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 246

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As they drove back to the motel, Linda could tell that Stevie and Mandy were needing a nap. They could hardly keep their eyes open. Steve was staring out the window, lost in a fog of mental pain. She, herself, was exhausted. She couldn’t help the thoughts that came to her.

She gave in to them for a few minutes…What have I gotten us into…uprooting the kids and moving across the country, leaving all we know…going into the unknown and unfamiliar … are Steve and Ghost always in so much drama?…Where are we going to live, where will I find a job… Her mind was in turmoil over it all, going around and around. Then, there was the traveling, and they still had so far to go. Ghost’s health was in jeopardy, too, now, and it was getting to be too much for her. She felt her eyes sting, as tears began to fall. She wiped them away, before Steve could see, at least she hoped he didn’t see her crying. He didn’t need her self-pity on his shoulders, too. Taking a deep, shuddery breath, she said to herself, “I will be strong. I will see this through.”

She pulled the van into the motel parking lot, and switched off the engine. They just sat there a minute. “Mommy, are we home?” Mandy asked, still half-asleep.

“No, sweetie, we’re back at the motel. We’re going in so you and Stevie can take your naps,” she said. Getting out, she helped unbuckle the kids from their car seats. In the room, she helped them get into comfortable sleep clothes, and tucked them in, kissing their foreheads.

“Y’all try to sleep for a little bit,” she said. “Here’s your doll, Mandy. Your uncle Steve and I will be right outside, talking.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Mandy said. Stevie was already asleep.

Steve closed the door, as he and Linda went out. “Okay…I’ve had my pity party, Steve…now, we get busy,” Linda said. “Here’s my thoughts…see what you think,” She cleared her throat, before speaking again. “You go to the office and tell them what’s going on. Pay for the damages to the room…whatever they ask for.” Steve nodded.

“Next, you have to go get your things from the room, and bring them over here.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Steve said. He headed off to see the motel manager.

Linda checked on the kids, then freshened up a little. Running a brush through her hair, and splashing cold water on her face, helped revive her. Back outside, she met up with Steve, again.

“That’s done,” Steve said. “Now, the room…um…it’s gonna be hard to go in there, Linda…to see…well, you know.”

“I know, but you have to…I have to stay with the kids,” Linda said. “You just try not to think about what happened earlier.”

Steve nodded, as he tried to steel himself for opening the other room’s door. He closed his eyes, as he opened it…immediately the stale air in the room engulfed him. He could see it all happening again. He went in, but left the door open. His eyes were drawn to the bathroom…this is where it happened…oh, God…Ghost’s blood on the floor…shattered glass… A quick look only…there was none of their things in there. He hurried to gather up the few things they’d brought in, from the main room, then left, shutting the door behind him.

He didn’t say a word, as he passed by Linda. He just went into her room and dropped everything on the floor, against the wall. He came back outside…he was breathing hard, and shaking all over. “That’s all,” he said.

 “I know that was a hard thing to do, but you did it,” Linda said.  She wanted to hug him, he looked so sad, but she knew if she did, he would probably break down completely.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Well, it’s still a long time until seven o’clock. Maybe we should try to rest, too. I’m going to call Lisa, and tell her what has happened, then I’ll lay down with the kids for awhile,” Linda said. “Maybe you should call Kinsey to let him know what’s going on. Then, come rest on the little bed, okay?”

“Yeah, I better call Kinsey,” Steve said. He took out his phone. They both made their calls.

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Linda dialed her sister’s number. “Hey, Sis, it’s me. We’re stopped a few days, here in Arizona. We were about to get into New Mexico, but Ghost had a bad spell, and is in the hospital.”

“Oh, no…will he be all right?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah, I think so. They’ll release him maybe tomorrow. I’m hanging in there. I’m tired…the kids are good. No complaints from either of them.”

“Good, good, but I can tell by your voice, something’s bothering you,” Lisa said.

Sighing, Linda said, “Just the stress, I guess, Lisa. The uncertainty of it all…second guessing…you know how it is. We’re fine, but we’ll be glad when we get to Missing Mile and can settle down somewhere.”

“I’ll try not to worry then, sister. You keep calling me, though, even if just to say hi, okay?” Lisa said.

“I will,” Linda said. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Lisa said. They ended their call. Linda went inside to rest, with the kids.

~

Steve had gone over to a little grassy area by the motel pool. Sitting at a picnic table, he made his call to Kinsey.  “Hey, Kinsey,” he began, when the phone was answered.

“Hey, there Steve. Good to hear from you,” Kinsey said. “Where are y’all? How’s it going?” he asked.

“Oh, we’re still in Arizona, but right near the border to New Mexico. We’re gonna be here a little longer than we thought…” Steve trailed off.

“How come?” Kinsey asked.

Steve hesitated a second. “Uh…Kinsey…it’s Ghost…he’s in the hospital here…”

“Oh, no…what happened?”

“He had a…seizure…a bad one, Kinsey…and somehow fell into a mirror and got cut. He had to have a few stitches, but they’ll be okay…it’s…well, they’re keeping him some more, because he was out of it for so long. They’re making sure he’s over it, ya know, got some more meds, and all.” Steve stopped a few seconds, then blurted out, “Shit, Kinsey…I only seen him once this morning, and can’t go back until tonight…and nobody’s telling me anything.” He tried to stifle a sob. “…and he’s not okay, Kinsey…” he said, his voice catching. “He’s just not, and…he said he thinks I hate him. And, the EMTs kept saying it was a suicide attempt, when he broke the mirror…and now I don’t know what to think…or do…or say,” he cried.

“Steve…get ahold of yourself,” Kinsey said. “Did he say anything else…did he say why?”

“No, that’s all, and they made me leave in a hurry. I don’t know what’s going on and I get no information at all. What should I do, Kinsey? I mean, when I see Ghost again. Just ask him straight out? What if he won’t even want to see me no more?”

“I don’t get what’s going on, but it doesn’t sound good, Steve,” Kinsey said. He thought for a minute. “What do you think? Did it look accidental? You weren’t there when it happened?”

“No, I was over in Linda’s room, or car, or whatever…waiting for him to come out. Then he didn’t, so we go in and he’s…Oh, God…laying there on the floor, in the glass, and bleeding, and totally passed out. Then they came and took him…and Kinsey? I’m scared to say it, but there wasn’t no way he fell onto the mirror…it was bolted down.”

“Oh, Jesus, Steve…” Kinsey said. They were silent then, for a minute. “What’s Linda’s take on all this?”

“I don’t know, she didn’t really say. She’s so tired and all, and the kids…she’s taking a nap right now…she just keeps talking about getting back on the road again.”

“Hmm, well, Steve…y’all just go up there tonight and demand some answers from those doctors. And, I guess see if Ghost has come around to normal now. Sounds like just the after-business of the seizure, and the trauma of getting hurt, and medicines…I’m sure he didn’t mean that what he said…there’s no way, you know,” Kinsey said.

“I know, Kinsey, but I’m so worried.”

“I know, Steve, but you have to handle it, you and Linda both. And as soon as possible, get Ghost back home,” Kinsey said. “Let me know how it goes.”

“Okay, I will,” Steve said. They hung up their phones. Steve rubbed his face, and prayed Ghost would be better tonight.

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