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Shattered

So Quit Stalling, Pack Your Bags

Austin’s POV

We tried to chase her, getting the trucks as close as possible and then leaping out. We watched as Kynder kept on running towards the fast moving train.

“KYNDER!” We all screamed, begging for her to stop. It was clear by the tensed muscles that she was prepared to leap onto the moving cars. Two box cars filled with mysterious good behind closed doors rumbled on. I saw the label Sacramento-Casper Rail Line #3785 pass by on each metal side. But the numbers weren’t what I was locked onto. It was the girl about to leap onto the passenger car with the blacked out windows and rickety looking wheels.

I leapt forward to pull her back by her shirt, but she was already in the air. All time and history seemed to freeze as she was in mid-air. I couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen if she missed. In the instant, her comment about wanting to die.

When her hand grasped the iron railing, I let out a small sigh of relief. At least she hadn’t fallen under the wheels of the car. But her making it onto the truck crushed me even further.

She was gone, out of my grasp for a possible eternity.

Kyn never believed me. She refused for us to let Ronnie help her. I couldn’t blame her. The thoughts of abuse were most likely going through her head. She knew that once she ran away, she would get punishment if she was caught. No, I just wanted her safe and alive.

I loved that girl and now she might die.

“I love you.” I whispered to the wind. The quickly disappearing train took her further away. Alan put his hand on my shoulder as a stray tear chased the ground.

“She’s going to die, all because I made a rash, stupid decision to sell her.” I muttered to him. The entire flat plains fell silent. Not a grasshopper chirped. Why did I have to make the stupid decision four days ago to call up Ronnie and sell her?

I was tired of looking at the thing I loved most, so I sold her. Great.

“Let’s get back to the house.” Tino suggested gloomily. I nodded and as we piled back into the car, I was left with the numb, hollow feeling inside. When we pulled up to the porch, Ronnie led the way inside and we gathered in the kitchen. Our hearts beat slowly, still processing what had happened.

“What did you pack in the bag, Phil?” I asked him. I had the plan to leave the bag and wait just further down the road. Although the bag with goodies was meant to be a decoy, I made sure Phil packed it with actually useful stuff. I also had my own surprise in the bottom.

I knew that Kynder was a smart, fast girl. If she escaped, I wanted her to be safe and prepared.

“A jar of pain relief, some crackers, two bottles of water, an extra shirt, socks, and a small first aid kit.” Phil replied blankly. His brain was still processing what had happened.

Alan disappeared around the corner and reappeared a moment later with his laptop. With a determined expression and fast fingers, he pulled open a browser window.

“Alan, what are you doing now?” I asked him with a sigh. The tapping was adding annoyance on top of my sadness.

“While you guys are pitying yourselves for losing her, I’m actually going to try to get our girl back.” Alan squinted at the screen with a frown. We all instantly crowded around the ginger in curiosity. Aaron scribbled down something on a scratch piece of paper.

“How?” Ronnie asked curiously. Alan opened up a tab called National Railroad Network.

“She jumped on a train, so she has to get off at some point.” Alan stated firmly. Aaron passed him the piece of paper.

“I wrote down the name of the rail line.” Aaron pointed and Alan searched it. Multiple lines came up. Alan slammed his hand down in frustration. Each train had a different number on it. We needed a specific number!

“Dammit! Which one was it?!” Alan cried in frustration. I thought back to the car number.

“It was three seven, um, three seven…” Tino scratched his head.

“Three seven eight five!” I cried out as the number popped into my head. The little fingers of the ginger typed away furiously as he searched the name of the line. Nobody breathed as we waited for it to load. It was killing us!

The line popped up and Alan clicked on it. The screen had the information of the type of engine it had, the date it first set out on its course, and the schedule. A little cheer when through the six of us, but it was quickly followed with a sigh. The line stopped in seven different cities for loading and unloading.

“Sacramento, Ravendale, Fallon, Moab, Vernal, Rawlins, and Casper.” Aaron read out loud. Our happiness deflated. She could be in Fallon, Nevada or in Moab, Utah! Even the town of Rawlins, Utah was a possibility! Any of these stops, she could get off at between Casper and Sacramento. Ravendale was unlikely since it was the city just north of us and the train was heading southeast.

“Which one would she get off at?” Ronnie asked. Alan, always the thinker, brightened up and took up the pen and piece of paper.

“Okay, well we know that she wants to get back home, which is Denver.” Aaron started to draw out a list.

“Right.” We replied. Aaron tilted the laptop towards him and started to right times in a list.

“If you look at the side of train stops, the big buildings along the sides of railroads in big cities, usually they have the names of cities painted on the sides. Even with the blacked out windows, we can assume that Kynder would be smart enough to open the door and find the sign, correct?” Aaron asked again, still filling out his little sheet of paper.

“Yes, but how does that help us?” Tino questioned. Aaron pointed his pen for him to shut up.

“She’ll want to take a chance and get as close as she can to Colorado. Since the train never stops in Colorado, we can assume that she’ll get off either at Moab or Rawlins.” Aaron pointed to the little map on the screen and the times. We awaited the rest of his explanation.

“So let’s look at times. We could possibly intercept her at the Fallon, Nevada train stop. The train will arrive at Fallon at 11:10. The departure time is 12:00. There is the possibility that we could get stuck in traffic and miss it.” Aaron pointed out. We shook our heads. There was too much risk for that.

“Okay, we shouldn’t risk that one. For a safe assumption, let’s assume Kynder reads the sign and doesn’t get off here.” Alan pointed out. Aaron nodded and crossed it off the list. He pulled up Google Maps and typed in some stuff as we took seats around the kitchen island. I couldn’t help but be riddle with worry.

“Ronnie, how much time does Kynder have left?” Aaron asked him as he raised a brow to jot down notes. Radke thought for a moment before answering.

“Until Thursday. Friday at the latest. I thought she was in better condition, but looking at her, she’s worse off than I thought.” He bit his lip in concern.

Phil looked over Aaron’s shoulder and furrowed his brows.

“Uh oh, it looks like they have a little side note. Apparently schedules are subject to change.” He glanced up at me enough for my head to take a complete spin into worry. Aaron held up his hands.

“Calm down, let’s just work off this schedule until anything says it’s changed. Apparently there are some times for construction scheduled on the rails, so the train will arrive in Moab by Thursday. The good news is that the drive only takes about thirteen hours out there.” Aaron nodded and circled that time. I gasped.

Only thirteen hours? Let’s just get a plane and fly there!” I threw my hands up in the air. It would just make it so much easier! Alan shook his head.

“We would get there before her and if she got out at a different stop, we wouldn’t be able to turn around fast enough to catch her.” The ginger pointed out. It was a good point.

“Okay, so we just have to drive there?” Ronnie asked curiously. I nodded. It was our only option.

“But what if she doesn’t get off at Moab?” Alan asked Aaron. He held up his note pad. His determination wore off and showed pure sorrow.

“The time for the arrival in Rawlins is Saturday at one in the afternoon.” His voice had a tone of despair.

“So?” Phil shrugged. It suddenly hit me like a baseball bat.

“She has only until about Thursday or Friday if she doesn’t get help soon.” Ronnie touched Phil’s shoulder gently. We fell into a deep chasm of apprehending doom.

“Kynder doesn’t know she has until then. She could make it to Rawlins-but not make it.” Ronnie told us.

“So we should expect Moab. What’s the time for Thursday’s arrival?” I asked Aaron. He drew a big circle on the piece of paper with the scribbles of numbers.

“Thursday at 12:25. If we leave at Wednesday morning, we can stay the night and keep driving to Moab Thursday morning. We will probably get there an hour before the train arrives.” Aaron announced. We all nodded our heads firmly. It was our best shot at getting her back. After that, she could be anywhere.

My mind was filled with so much worry for the city girl. She was tough. Kyn had to survive.

Notes

Comments

*so off topic* IM FROM UTAH C:

@DoOmKiTTy95
Awww I'm glad you loved it! It's too bad that it had to end, but I wrote a prequel. I haven't updated it in a while because I have to finish some other stories first, but it'll get done, I promise!

i finished this entire thing in two days <3 honestly i didnt want the story to end

@Chaos'sWolf
Thanks! I will probably message you later. I'm excited!! :D

@sadieluna
Aw I'm really happy that you like my stories! :D Thanks for reading them and taking interest in them!! You really should request a one shot and message me about it because no one has been requesting one shots lately and I have some good ideas for them!