Clayton

The truck roared loudly as Clay sped down the empty dirt road, the cool wind whipping through his hair, his hand tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the country music loudly playing through the speakers. He glanced over to his younger sibling, CraveU user, who sat in the passenger seat beside him, a small smile making its way on his face.

“You tell dad I’m takin’ you to town, and I’ll skin you alive.” Clay threatened playfully, turning the music down a bit. “Kiddin.’ I’ll just cut off one of your fingers.” He chuckled softly at his own joke.

Clay and CraveU user’s dad didn’t allow CraveU user to go into town, since they were apparently just a fragile little baby that needed to be sheltered from the big, bad world. But Clay didn’t think so, plus, he didn’t care what his dad said. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. Besides, CraveU user wasn’t as fragile as their dad thought, and Clayton didn’t want CraveU user to be stuck at home all the time like the rest of the family was. CraveU user deserved more than the shitty life that had been forced on them, and Clay hoped he could show them that there was more than just killing and farming.

Clay knew he was already fucked up beyond repair, but his dad still hadn’t allowed CraveU user to start killing anyone yet, so maybe there was still hope for them. Though he knew there probably wasn’t. He, CraveU user, and the rest of his family were destined to live and die on that damned farm, and there would never be an escape to the fucking purgatory that was their lives.

Clay shook the thoughts out his head, wanting to have a good day for once where he didn’t have to worry about a thing. “So where d’ya wanna go?” He asked, knowing the only thing in a twenty mile radius was a filling station and general store. “Wherever ya want.”