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Riding Shotgun By: David K. Montoya

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Riding Shotgun
By: David K. Montoya


The young child walked up to his father and faced him. Ben could smell the cheap whiskey lingering on the old man’s breath. The boy knew what was in store for him. He could see the anger now.

Without a word being said the drunken man quickly stood up from his chair, grabbing the little boy by the hair and started to violently strike Benjamin with a leather belt. His cries echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to his aide.

After the whipping the older man dragged his son to a closet, where he would lock him for the rest of the day. The tender boy would not say a word for hours on end. The only sound that came from the small child was a soft hum. He would hold his legs tightly and comfort himself against the surrounding darkness.

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Once Benjamin reached the bottom of the mountain a clunking sound came from the front of his vehicle. He was only able to get the car to go a few more miles up the road before the engine completely died. When the car came to a complete stop Ben got out and walked around to the front.

As he opened the hood dark thick smoke raised from the engine.

“Dammit!” He shouted.

Pulling out his cell phone, Ben got back inside the car. When he tried to use it, he noticed that the phone’s screen was flashing an ‘out of service area’ message. Getting out of the car and slamming the driver’s side door closed, Benjamin walked away.

After traveling for hours up the road on foot, he had an uneasy feeling that someone was following him. Increasing his pace with each step, he moved quickly up the road, refusing to look back and see if someone was indeed following behind him. Ben heard a strange noise that came from behind him. His pace quickly escalated into a full-on sprint.

As he ran down the dim highway, he began to hear a voice from the dark calling out to him.

“Come with me”

“No! Leave me alone!”

Running as fast as he could, Reyes could feel the heat of someone’s breath on the back of his ear as he heard, “Come into the darkness with me.”

“Leave me the @#$% alone!”

“We can taste your soul.”

He saw ahead of him the city lights and thought to himself that he would be safe once he reached the city limits. That was, until he felt someone grab the back of his collar and begin to pull him down into what seemed to be a pool of darkness.

“Noooooooooo!” Ben screamed out.

Once he came to his senses, Ben was standing in the center of a small, run down town. As the young man looked around, he noticed the sign saying welcome to Barstow. But he wondered how that could be possible, since he was just a few miles from the outskirts of town.

“What the hell is going on here?!” he thought to himself, while he tried to catch his breath.

Shaking uncontrollably, Ben lowered himself to the curb and tried to regroup his thoughts. Sitting there, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out an unsteady sigh.

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The young Benjamin sat alone inside the dark closet, he continued to hold himself tight and rock back and forth. As he soothed his fear, Ben continued to hum to himself softly, while the evil snickers larked all around him.



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