"Shit,"Jonathan muttered.

"What," Brittany asked sitting up.

"The check engine light came on," Jonathan looked between the dash and road. The truck bucked, "we need to get off the road." Brittany looked around, they had been on back road. There were no major rest stops.

"There is exit here," Brittany point to a small turn off.

Jonathan pulled the truck into the dirt parking lot of a gas studios garage combination. "Stay here," Jonathan got out. The smell of motor oil hit him. He put his hand up hoping to block it, it was the same smell on his father's shirt.

He walked into the garage looking for someone. "Help you," a young man not much older than him walked up. He wiped his hands in a rag.

"Yeah my truck," Jonathan pointed over his shoulder. "It running rough engine light came on."

"Ok," the young man gave a nob. Jonathan lead the way.

"Hey, Brit," Jonathan yelled, "pop the hood." Brittany leaned over releasing the hood. The young man leaned in. He pulled in a few things, looked around than stood back up.

"I am going to have to get it up."

"Ok," Jonathan put his hands in his pocket. "Any idea how long?"

"Give me a hour or so," the young man answered, "You and your girl can get a bite to eat at Calvins." The young man pointed, Jonathan looked in direction he was pointing.

"She is my sister," Jonathan corrected him.

"Just ask for Steve when you come back." Jonathan shook his hand.

"Come on they need to look at it," Jonathan went to Brittany's window. She got out. "There a place up here."

"K," Brittany nodded, she looked over at Steve. He was looking her up and down and she didn't like it. "Let's go," she started off.

...

"Anything else," a smiling older lady asked. She had to be one of the owners. There wasn't another soul in the restaurant.

"No, mama," Jonathan answered.

"Waiting on your car," she asked.

"Yeah," Jonathan stayed polite.

"That is who we get in here mostly," she smiled she in looking over at Brittany. "Hope it is nothing serious."

"Me too," Jonathan smiled and nodded. He was trying to figure out what to do if it was. They might have enough money for a bus. But he didn't know where the closest one would be.

"We should go check on it,' Brittany said, she didn't want small talk. She didn't want anyone to be able to say,"Oh yeah we saw them." She was sure by now someone back home figured something out.

"Yeah, can we get the check," Jonathan reached around for his wallet.

"Oh," the lady gather the two glasses and one plate. It was clear to her something was going on. They were young and nervous. By looking at them she could tell they were related. They seemed nice but it was clear they are in some trouble. "On the house."

"Thank you," Brittany said before Jonathan could say anything. They stood making their way out.

"Good luck,' the lady called after them.

...

Brittany waited outside while Jonathan talked to Steve. She looked around, beside the garage and restaurant there was nothing. She just wanted to get back on the road. She noticed the lady from the restaurant walking toward her. Brittany looked back toward Jonathan who was still with Steve. "Here," the lady said reaching Brittany, "for your trip." She handed her a brown bag, "just some sandwiches, chip and two cans of pop."

"Thank you," Brittany took the bag, "my brother has the money."

"Oh," the lady gave a laugh, "I had them made, this late in the day no one will be in." Brittany realized it was late in the day. "Any word on you car?" Brittany only shook her head. The lady wanted to say more. But could tell she wouldn't get an answer. "Well, best of luck."

"Thank you," Brittany said holding the bag. They both stood quite for a moment. Brittany wanted to say something but couldn't. And what would she say? We got in a fight with my father he ended up shot. So we buried his body in the woods and took what money was in the house. Now we are on the running. So Brittany just turned starting toward her brother.

"Could take two days," Steve said, "get ordered tomorrow." Jonathan rubbed his head. Two days was a long time. They are far from home but not far enough. In this small town two days was too long.

"What will this coast," Jonathan asked, Steve noticed Brittany standing there. He eyes moved toward her.

"300 for the part, I can cute you a break on labor," he kept his eyes on Brittany while he talked.

"Ok," Jonathan let out a long breathe.

"You need a place to stay tonight?" Jonathan looked at Brittany, he notice the way Steve looked at her. It made him uneasy. He knew guys, and he knew that look.

"No we will figure it out." He took Brittany by the arm leading her out.

...

"How are we going to pay for this," Brittany asked

"I got 800 hundred left, we will make it work," Jonathan was trying to stay calm. "We just need to get out of here."

"Lady at the restaurant gave us sandwiches," Brittany realized she was still holding the bag.

"I am going to go find a bathroom, and I need a cigarette," Brittany watched him walk to the gas station . She wanted to cry, this was bad. She didn't know what to feel, fear, anger, guilt it all seemed at there, just waiting to boiling over.

"Hey," Brittany saw Steve. Her and Jonathan had walk behind the garage. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Brittany gripped the bag, "my brother went inside."

"I saw," Steve grinned, "so where are you going."

"PA," Brittany answered, she really hoped Jonathan would come back.

"What's there," Steve moved closer.

"Work," Brittany answered.

"Look," Steve reached out running the back of his hand against her arm, "we could work something out with your truck." Brittany swallowed hard, "haven't seen something as pretty as you in a long while." Brittany stood not answering. "My apartment is above the garage, stop by tonight." He winked and left. Brittany stood frozen. She knew what he wanted. Tears filled her eyes. They had to leave and they needed that truck. It was one night probably wouldn't be the whole night. If she did this they could be on their way. And like many other thing she could just forget it push it away.