Sarah leans her face on her clenched fist, her elbow leaning on the center console in the truck. She stares blankly ahead, still rather upset over the night's events. In the back, Felix sleeps soundly. An old song plays on the radio on a low volume, just enough to hear the general tune but not enough to make out any lyrics. Mrs. S looks from the dark road ahead and over to Sarah for a moment, checking if she, too, was asleep, and averting her attention back to the road. "I know you're angry, love," she says softly, and Sarah rolls her eyes, scoffing and shifting in her seat, resting her hands in her lap and laying her head against the window.
Mrs. S sighs softly, leaning back more comfortably in her seat, resting one arm across the door where the window was rolled down and keeping the other firmly gripped on the wheel. "I don't expect you to understand, but one day you will," she tried. "Save it," Sarah mumbled, keeping her eyes off of her foster mother. Mrs. S begins becoming slightly frustrated with the stubborn teen. "You know, Sarah, I don't have to do anything for you, I choose to, out of love." Sarah sits up and looks at Mrs. S now with a look that could kill. Her eyes pierced into her. "Yeah? Well I didn't ask for you to take me in!" she said, rather loudly. "Hush, now," Mrs. S scolds her in a loud whisper, "Felix is asleep."
Sarah sighs and looks into the back seat to find Felix still fast asleep, and she slumps back into her seat. "How's about we just don't talk for the rest of the trip, yeah?" she says, looking forward. "Why do you always have to fight me?" Mrs. S pauses for a response, but knows she's not going to get one and just gives up. You can't make Sarah do anything she doesn't want to do, and Mrs. S knew that more than anyone else. Siobhan moves her free hand onto the wheel to join her other one, continuing along down the path. As the two grow quiet, Sarah drifts off to sleep, she wakes when she hears the sound of a car pulling off beside her.
Sarah gathers her bearings and sits up groggily in her seat. She looks around, Mrs. S isn't in the car, but Felix is still curled up in a ball sleeping soundly in his seat. Sarah looks out of her window and sees that they're in a gas station, and Mrs S in on a pay phone.
Sarah couldn't hear what Mrs. S. was saying so she rolled down her car window just enough so she could hear.
"Are you sure we would be safe there, Brenda?" Mrs S asked the person on the other end of the phone, "I can't risk the lives of my children, I have to know it's saf- alright then, we're close. We'll be there in a bit."
Mrs. S. hangs up the phone and turns to the direction of the car, Sarah sees this, rolls up her window, and quickly assumes the position she was in before she awoke. Mrs. S. steps inside of the truck as quietly as she possibly can. She takes a quick look to see if anyone's awaken from their sleep. Seeing that both of the children are asleep, or so she thinks, Mrs. S rests her head on the wheel and starts sobbing quietly, unaware that Sarah is really awake. She lifts her head up, wipes her eyes and face, and pushes a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. Before starting the car she takes a deep breath.
Sarah thinks to herself about the last time she saw Mrs. S. cry, and as she drifts deeper and deeper into sleep, she realizes, no. Mrs. S. never cried. Never.
To Sarah, It felt like she'd slept for at most a minute before she awoke to the car coming to a halt and the front door slamming.
From outside of the car, Mrs. S. knocks on Sarah's window, startling Sarah completely awake.
"We're here"