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Genesis
by Kaitlyn O'Connor
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Copyright ©2007 by Kaitlyn O'Connor
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Genesis
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Genesis
By
Kaitlyn O'Connor
© copyright by Kaitlyn O'Connor, January 2007
Cover art by Jenny Dixon, © copyright January 2007
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places
are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with
fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely
coincidence.
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Chapter One
Noticing her fingers had begun to cramp and her hands to
sweat, Sabrina consciously relaxed her grip on the steering
wheel, trying not to think about the poor decisions she'd
made that had led up to her current situation. Outside the car
it was as black as the inside of a cave despite the fact that it
was a clear night. For that matter, it was as black as pitch
inside the car, too.
She glanced down at the clock again—12:05—two minutes
later than it had been the last time she'd checked.
Realizing her foot was getting heavier and heavier on the
gas pedal the more anxious she became, she eased off on the
gas, glancing in her rearview mirror, her side mirrors, flicking
a quick look at the darkened woods that crowded close to the
narrow highway.
With the exception of the greenish glow of her clock and
dash lights there wasn't a sign of any light in sight that said
'civilization'. Even if there were any houses nearby, it seemed
that everybody had gone to bed and she was the only person
in the world still awake.
"Stupid," she muttered, irrationally comforted by the
sound of her own voice.
She should've stayed on the main highway, she chastised
herself for the dozenth time. But she'd been stopping
periodically since before dark trying to get a room, and
everything was full. Of course, it hadn't been until it was
getting around nine o'clock that she'd decided to lower her
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standards and try anything that looked even reasonably
respectable. By that time, though, even the cheapest,
meanest looking places were full.
She hadn't realized the middle of the country was still
almost a no man's land for travelers. She hadn't fully
comprehended the massive destruction and long aftereffects
of hurricane Katrina. It hadn't occurred to her that two years
after it had hit every hotel for several states were still full to
overflowing with the homeless and the construction workers
that had piled into the area to rebuild.
When she'd stopped for a fill up around ten, she'd finally
decided to try looking for something off the main highway.
She was scared shitless, and her eyes were still so tired
from driving so long that every time she blinked it felt as if
the inside of her eyelids were sandpaper.
She was almost tempted to speed in the hope that a state
patrol would pull her over.
Almost.
The thought of being pulled over on such a deserted road
by a cop was almost scarier than being alone.
Stories she'd heard of serial killers posing as cops
immediately began to fill her mind. And then, of course, any
position of power always attracted the unscrupulous. A
real
cop might be tempted to take advantage of a stupid woman,
alone, on such a deserted stretch of back road.
Taking one hand off the steering wheel, she felt around
blindly and finally managed to turn on the radio. The blare of
static almost made her jump out of her skin. Feeling around
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