It was about a week later when things came to a head.I did something, I forget what, and he once again muttered that phrase: "Shoulda been aborted, ya...little weasel."I stuck my face toward his and screamed, "Yeah, well you should too, you drunk!"I woke up a few minutes later; I'd been backhanded so hard I'd been knocked out, and lost a tooth in the bargain.My father stood over me, shaking a finger in my face. "You don't EVER talk to me like that, you little piece of shit!"I kicked him in the. Judge Perry turned the volume down for the entire office and touched thescreen on his desk. "Gene, you still there?" God damn it Hugh, why the Hell did you mute me out like that? Theentire sky just fucking fell in. My offices are nuts. My satellitestations are swamped with calls and people are choking the lobbies. Youhave to get that son of bitch, whoever he is, off the God damned air." "Gene, listen to me. Get down to that address and if there's someonedown there, get them the fuck out. About 60 or so miles out a 4 wheel drive hauling a horse trailer pulled up alongside me, rolled down the passenger window a man who seemed to be in his middle 40's asked if I needed a ride, hell yes I answered it's mighty hot out and I appreciate it, no problem was his reply as I was loading in my pack he seemed to look me up and down as if he was sizing me up for something, weird I thought but nevertheless hoped on in, we drove off to the beat of some old time country music on the radio, as we. Stepping further away from the road, she turned around and shielded her eyes from the sun. She saw that it was a tow truck. Not recognizing the driver, she noticed the passenger hanging out the window and waving.It was Mark, waving excitedly. “Hey, Lara! What’s going on? Thank God you’re safe.” He jumped out of the truck as it stopped near her. “Where have you been, baby?”Lara didn’t say a word but allowed him to hug her and squeeze her to him. She wasn’t sure how long she had been gone until.