I'm hoping for the scary trucker type of people. The next exit offers every kind of fast food available so I'm hoping there will be a lot of people there. It’s after seven at night and the interstate is quiet with just a few cars traveling but there are lots of semis on the road. With that thought, my once calm heart starts to speed up again. Looking down at my gas gauge, I see that I have to stop soon to fill up. I have less than two hours until we get to my dad’s. A few hours later, there’s no sign of the Edge when I check my GPS. I mean, really, what are the chances that someone from New York would follow me just to try and hurt me again. I start thinking about the whole situation and realize that my imagination is going a little crazy after being attacked. My heart is going a million miles a minute and I keep checking for any signs of the Edge. I don’t see the Ford Edge in my rearview mirror. I slam the car into drive and start speeding away.

Boxes go sliding as I turn my car to get out of the rest area. Without a second look, I put my car in reverse and press the gas pedal. The hoodie is up so I can’t make out any details of his face, but I know he’s white because his hands are resting on his hips. He’s wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. I'm just able to get the door closed when I see a guy walking in my direction. I get my door open and he jumps across my seat. That’s when I run with Beast running right along beside me. I see the back passenger-side door on the Edge open. Trying to act casually, we start walking back towards my car. Beast must feel it too because he starts to growl. The windows are tinted so dark that you can’t see anything inside. The car is a silver Ford Edge with New York plates. I notice that the car that pulled in is still running and no one is getting out. I don’t want to break up a dog fight, and I have no idea how Beast will react to other dogs.

I turn around to see if the person getting out has a dog as well. We walk over to the grass and I hear another vehicle pull in. I let Beast out and he shakes his coat and stretches his legs in front of him. I pull off at the next rest stop and park close to the area designated for dogs. I have enough problems without adding insanity into the mix. I need to make sure that no one is around when I do it or I'm going to end up looking like one of the crazy people who think their animal is sending them messages from the other side.

What do you say?” Yes, talking to my dog is now becoming a habit. “Dreaming of when we will spend this day together.” Since then, we talk every day and he has become one of my best friend’s. Some looked old and some looked new but they all said the same thing. Then one day, I received a huge box stuffed full of cards from birthdays, Christmas, Halloween and every holiday in between. At first, I was angry and refused to reply to any of the letters he sent.

Until November by Aurora Rose Reynolds