Chapter 5:

Fox sighed as he pulled up to the 24 hour 7/11, he was close to empty, he was amazed by just how much gas his prized sports car took he hadn't drove that far from Harmony, he was 20 miles from the Amherst. "Ethan Martin - Ethan, wake up.", he shook the sleeping boy, Ethan Martin stirred a little, before his eyes opened.

"Fox? Where are we?", Ethan Martin asked, turning his attention to his brother.

"We're almost in Amherst but, I had to stop for gas.", Fox told him, he heard his own stomach growl, it had been hours since either of them had ate. "Ethan, you hungry?", the little boy shrugged.

"Are you?", Ethan Martin asked.

"Yeah, why don't you go in there and get us something to eat.", Fox replied. "I'll be right in."

"Ain't junk food bad for you?", Ethan Martin asked, turning to him, Fox looked at him. "Mommy said it was unhealthy."

"Yeah, well it's been hours since we ate and I'm starved and I have no clue when we'll stop again.", Fox replied.

"What about you, aren't you going to stop and get some sleep.", Ethan Martin asked, giving him a weak smile, "I know you're tired, you have to be."

Ethan Martin nodded, Fox sighed as he watched the little boy entered the store. "How in the hell, am I going to keep this up, I've already stopped three times for gas, I'm ready to be buried, it's nearly 3:30. I'm on an abandoned road with no one in sight for miles, I have no money and I don't only have to worry about myself but, Ethan Martin as well, what have I gotten myself into?", he watched as the total to fill up was 40 dollars. "I have to get rid of this car, I'm going to have

over six - hundred dollars in gas in no time.", he placed to cap back over the gas tank then, headed inside the store where Ethan Martin was.

"Ethan you find anything?", Fox asked, his eyes skimming over the assorted selection of junk food. 'There's no way in hell, we're going to be able to live on candy bars, soft drinks and potato chips.'

"Yeah, I got these.", he handed him a handful of pixie sticks, two bags of Lays potato chips and two cokes, Fox heard his stomach growl in protest, there was no way this was going to make them fully satisfied, they needed real food. "Come on, let's get out here, put the food back where you got it we're going to go find us some real food, I'm starved and I know you are too."

"Nah, I had a big supper this will do.", Ethan Martin replied, Fox shook his head no.

"This won't do, we can't live on junk food.", Fox replied, he walked over to the cashier and paid for the gas.

"I'm glad we ate, I was starved.", Ethan Martin exclaimed, as they started back on their journey.

"Thought you weren't hungry?", Fox laughed.

"Well, I wasn't its - Fox I know you only got six hundred dollars and - I didn't want to be an annoyance.", Ethan Martin replied, he turned the radio down and looked at him. "I also know that's why you haven't stopped to sleep you're worried about money and - Fox, I - you need to get some sleep, it's late and you've drove for hours.", Ethan Martin replied. "Maybe, you should pull over at a truck stop or in some hotel parking lot?"

"It's not safe to do that.", Fox replied. "And, how did you find that out?"

"You talk a whole lot to yourself.", Ethan Martin replied. "I heard you cuss cause you had to stop again for gas."

"Yeah, well - don't worry about the money, whatever we need we'll get, I'll find away to get more money, I'm thinking of getting rid of this car for something less expensive on gas, we got too many miles to cover and at the rate I'm going I'll be broke before we hit New York.", Fox replied. "and..."

"Stop!!!", Ethan Martin exclaimed, causing Fox to slam on his brakes.

"What the - Ethan are you okay?", Fox asked, turning to Ethan Martin.

"Fox, you need to stop and get some rest, cause if you keep at it you won't make it to New York, everyone needs sleep and this hotel is kinda dead, I seriously doubt that they'll notice you're outside in a car asleep and so what if they do see you, the worst they can do is run us off, and it'll be hours before anyone finds us."

Fox smiled, Theresa had raised a very intelligent son, his words made a lot of sense and were so Theresa like, he slowly pulled into the parking lot, dimming his lights as he pulled in. Sleep sounded very nice to him right now.