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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Synopsis: Darry and Trish find a
ride back to civilization.

Note: Sorry for the long time adding another chapter. I hope
this ones okay. I know it�s kind of boring but it�s just kind of the bridge to
the future chapters that I actually do have planned.

Chapter 19: The Road Back to Sanity

They walked for several miles, Trish holding Darry�s hand and leading him because he could no longer
see, until they found a road that looked only remotely used. All the time Darry felt Trish�s hand comfortingly in his, listening to
her voice, trying to sound as steady as it could after all that which had
happened, when she spoke, which was rarely.

Part of him realized that she was scared still. Not because
of the Creeper and whatever had happened to it back there in the abandoned
factory but rather because of what she had done to him. She had blinded him.
She feared he was angry with her.

He wasn�t.

He knew that she had done it to keep him safe.

They kept on walking, not knowing where they were heading
but hoping that wherever it was it would be safe.

When they found the road, Trish sighed. She offered Darry a brief smile before she realized that he could not
see it. She held his hand even tighter and walked forward.

When they heard the sound of a car approaching they stopped
and waited for it to come nearer.

When it was close Trish held out her hand, extending her
thumb in the universal sign of hitchhiking. She never knew if the car stopped
because the occupants wanted to give them a lift or if they were just curious
to find out why two young people were standing on the side of a road in the
middle of nowhere, the boy�s eyes firmly shut.

There was an elderly couple in the car. As Trish leaned
forward she could smell the scent of Old Spice after shave mingling uncomfortably
with lavender.

�Could you please give us a lift?� she asked her voice as calm
as she could make it. She pointed at Darry. �His eyes
have been hurt. He can�t see anymore. I�ve got to get him to a hospital.�

Darry listened and heard no reply
given. Trish saw the moment of uncertainty on the faces of the old couple. They
whispered words to each other she could not make out. Finally the old woman
nodded. Trish smiled and opened the backseat door, leading her wounded lover
into the back seat.

�What happened?� the driver asked his curiosity getting the
best of him.

�It�s too hard to explain,� Trish mumbled. �It would take
too long.�

�Well the next town is miles away. We�ve got all day,� the
woman commented her voice raspy with age.

�That wouldn�t even be long enough,� Darry
remarked.� Trish smiled. Gently she took Darry�s head in her hands and motioned him to lie down, his
head resting on her lap.

The rest of the car ride was silent except for the driver
and his wife, whom they soon learned were Charlie and Christine Newell, making
customary small talk. It was an endless essay on the vacation they were just
returning from. A critique on all the restaurants they ate at and the hotel
they had stayed at, which supposedly looked nothing like the brochure.

Trish commented that they rarely did.

As they drove, Darry kept his eyes
closed. They hurt like hell but he was safe from the Creeper and that was not a
small consolation. He was grateful for Trish�s affection and eventually fell
asleep.

As he slept Trish studied her brother�s face. She studied
each line, thanking God that she had kept him alive even at the same time she
cursed herself for what she had done to him.

When they got to the to Newell�s hometown, the elderly
couple drove them to the little hospital. They dropped Darry
and Trish off and then headed home; too tired to stay and see how the young
couple got along. Trish was thankful for this. If she had had to inhale that
awful scent a moment longer she knew she would be sick.

As Trish led Darry into the
waiting room, she led him to an empty chair, most of them were,
and went to find a phone.

�I�ll just be gone a few secs.
I�ve got to tell mom and dad what�s going on,� she told him.

�Well I�m just grateful that I won�t have to look at the
magazines,� Darry joked. �They�re probably last years
anyway.�

Trish looked at the cover of one of the magazines. �Wrong wise guy. They�re three years old.�

�I guess I have to thank God for small favors,� Darry smiled.

Trish left him, starting her search for a phone.

She found one nearby down a dimly lit hallway. Her hand was
shaking as she put a quarter in it.

As she dialed the number she remembered that dead universe,
the one where Darry had been stolen from her, and the
phone call she had made to tell her parents that Darry
was gone. It was a heavy and sore memory, breaking her heart even as she looked
and could see Darry sitting patiently in the waiting
room fidgeting restlessly, unsure of what to do. The memory was so strong that
she had to stare at him to convince her that it was no longer true. She was
still trying to convince herself that she had won, she had saved the brother
she loved so dearly, when heard her mother picked up on the other end, hundreds
miles away.
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