"Sugar…" I can't say anything.

I drop the gun with a sickening clank on the porch."You better not be playing with me..." I manage to say as I reach for her cheek. "A girl always knows, Clyde," she tells me. "I swear to God. I'm pregnant."

I can't believe this; me, a father? And a wanted man. This ain't good, it ain't good at all. "Clyde, I know you're mad," Bonnie starts saying. Is she crazy? "No, no sugar, I ain't mad," I tell her pulling her into my arms. "I love you, so much. And I'll love the hell out of this baby, I promise you."

"Oh, Clyde." She's crying now. I rub my hand down her back.

"What are we supposed to do?" she asks me. "We'll go away, sugar," I soothe her. "Far away from here, from any place they could find us. I'm gonna keep both a' you safe, I promise."

I take her hand and we run back to the truck. We speed right out of there, back out into the open road of wilderness.

Hours might go by, but I won't stop driving, not until we find someplace safe.

...

Seems like the sun set hours ago, but we're still driving. I've been drifting in and out of sleep, trying to make myself comfortable, but no luck. Clyde's eyes have been locked on the road the whole time, never once looking down to watch me turn my head around on his lap.

I sit up a minute. It's pitch black out, except for the moon and stars leading our way with the headlights. I cran my neck to try and see farther ahead.

Oh my God...it couldn't be. We're out in the middle of nowhere. "Clyde, look over there," I point through the window. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" "Look like a farm to me," he's nodding. "Maybe we can stay there for the night."

When the truck turns to pull in, I expect that we'll have to hide it. Far from it; we park right in front of the big farmhouse, just steps away from a huge red barn.

"Stay here, sugar," he tells me as he climbs out. "I'm just gonna see who lives here, I promise." I watch him walk up the porch and knock on the door.

My nerves are on edge; what if whoever lives here knows who we are? They could call the police and I'll never see Clyde again. Worse, what if they tried to hurt our baby? I slip my hand down to my stomach.
I can't let that happen.

I look back over. There is an elderly woman in the doorway, and Clyde is talking to her. He points back at me and they look over. I try to stay calm.

Together they come to the truck, and Clyde opens my door. "Bonnie," he says gesturing to the woman. "Caroline's offered us to stay a while." "For as long as you'll need, darlin'," she adds in a quiet frail voice.

I can breathe easy- we got a chance. We got a real chance, all thanks to Caroline. Clyde and I grab our bags and follow her inside.