Chapter 56 fifty six

Rachel slapped her face until it hurt, but she couldn't help dozing off.Once she beat herself awake all of a sudden, as if there were countless pairs of shining eyes looking at her, flickering like fire. These shiny things later turned into flashing lights on road signs and protective barriers, and her car nearly crashed into the protective barriers on the side of the road. She turned the steering wheel and drove to the left again. The tires screeched. She believed that she heard a "bang" vaguely. It might be that the front right bumper hit the protective barrier. She was so frightened that her heart was pounding. Jump.But after a while, despite her fear, despite the loud singing on the car radio, Rachel began to doze off again.

Suddenly a crazy, delusional thought flashed through her mind. "Paranoid, all right," she whispers over rock music.She wanted to laugh out loud, but she couldn't.For that thought had an eerie plausibility in the night.She began to feel like a character in a cartoon pulling the rubber band of the world's largest slingshot. The poor guy found it harder and harder to pull it forward, until the rubber band pulled as hard as the person pulling it... Inertia become... what?Elementary physics...something is trying to stop her...never mind that, you...a stationary object tends to stay still...for example, Gage's dead body will...once you set him in motion again...

This time the tires screeched louder, the car jolted closer, and for a moment Rachel could hear the car scraping along the iron railing on the protective barricade, and for a moment the steering wheel didn't work, and then Rachel Son found himself sobbing with his feet on the workshop floor.This time she fell asleep, not just dozed, but asleep and had a dream, and the car was going 60 miles an hour, if it wasn't for the protective barricade...or if it wasn't for an interchange the pillars... Rachel pulled over to the side of the road, found a parking space, pulled over, and cried with her face in her hands, confused and terrified.Something, she thought, was trying to keep me from Louis.

After a while, Rachel felt that she could control herself, and she started the car again. The steering wheel of the car didn't seem to be damaged, but she thought that when she returned the car tomorrow morning, the rental company would ask her a lot of stern questions. That's ok, tackle one thing at a time.Have some coffee first, that's the first thing to do. When the car reached the Pittsfield exit, Rachel drove the car out.About a mile later she saw a gas station for cars.She pulled the car in, asked the attendant to refill it, and walked into the restaurant, filled with the smell of greasy, fried eggs...and, god forbid, strong coffee .

Rachel drank three cups of coffee, cup after cup, like medicine, dark and sweet because of the sugar.A few truck drivers sat at the counter or in the booths of the restaurant, joking with the waitresses.The waitresses all had the look of a tired nurse with bad news. Rachel paid and walked back to where she parked; but the car wouldn't start, and when she turned the key, the solenoid clicked, to no avail. Rachel began to tap the steering wheel slowly and feebly as something tried to stop her.The car is new with less than 5000 miles on it, there's no reason why it won't start, but it just won't.Anyway, here she was, 50 miles from home, where her return trip was cut short.

As she listened to the roar of those big trucks, a sinister thought suddenly appeared in her mind. She was almost sure that the big truck that killed her son was among these cars... It was not making a low rumbling sound, but Laughing. Rachel bowed her head and began to cry.