Strangers on a Lonely Road: When Trusting My Instincts Was My Only Option
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I remember Jake always telling me to “trust my gut,” a phrase that sounded good but I never truly understood until one fateful night. Max and I were on an empty stretch of road where my van ran out of gas. The sun was going down, and the silence and unknown of where I was pressed on my chest like a weight.
As the man began to speak, all I could hear was Jake’s voice saying, “Trust your gut because your heart will lie.”
He moved slowly and deliberately, like he had nothing but time. His clothes were clean and pressed. Almost too clean for someone traveling down a stretch of road this lonely, and his smile was a touch too wide, teeth too white.
“Need some help, miss?” His voice was smooth, almost sexy, a little too smooth.
Max’s growl was low and guttural. As the man moved closer to the van, Max stepped up onto my lap. He instinctively wanted to get between me and the young man.
“Oh, he’s a big boy, isn’t he?” the man said. His face showed a bit more concern than I think it should have. He took a step closer, the sound of his step on the gravel seemed to ring in my ears. “You out here all by yourself?”
The question sank into my chest like a stone. His tone was casual, almost friendly, but the words felt too calculated, like he was fishing for answers he already suspected. My pulse quickened.
“Just waiting for a friend,” I lied. I tried to sound confident, but my voice cracked. I placed a hand on Max’s back. I’m not sure if I was trying to tell Max or myself it’s okay, but either way, Max didn’t react.
The man nodded slowly, his eyes flicking to the van. “Funny place to break down. Not much traffic through here.” He put out his hands, as if to confirm just how isolated we were.
Every instinct in me screamed to run, but where? Was I safer in the dark woods or here with this stranger? I had no idea. There was something predatory in the way he looked at me. Like I was a fawn, and he was a wolf.
Max barked sharply, his deep voice slicing through the constant moments of silence. The man took a step back, his smile tightening. “Guess he doesn’t like strangers,” he said, his tone cool now, as if the pretense of friendliness was slipping.
I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice light. “He’s just protective.”
The man tilted his head. He appeared to be studying me for a moment too long. Then he shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets and turned slightly, cocking his body to make himself appear smaller.
“Well, I’ve got an extra seat if you need a ride,” he offered, his stare penetrating my soul. “No trouble at all.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, thank you. I’m fine here. My friend should be here soon.”
The man didn’t move. Didn’t seem to hear what I said. For what felt like an eternity, he just stood there, his eyes unreadable. The air felt heavier, colder.
Finally, he nodded, but the way he did it felt like I was putting him out. Like I messed up his plans for the night. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning back to his car. He paused halfway, looking over his shoulder one last time. “Be careful out here. Not everyone’s as friendly as me.”
He slid into his car, started it, and drove off.
I sat there for a long time. My breath shallow, my heart pounding. Max pressed against me, sensing my unease. He wanted my attention, just like he always did when my father was yelling and breaking things. “Good boy,” I whispered, scratching behind his ear. My hands were shaking.
I didn’t know if I made the right call. Twisted between the idea of the man returning and not seeing anyone for hours. For the first time since I left, I felt truly vulnerable.
And I couldn’t stop hearing Jake’s voice in my mind, steady and sure: Always trust your gut. But what was my gut telling me now?
After about an hour, I heard the approach of an engine. The lights hit my side mirror, and all I could think was, “Was it the same man?” I glanced at the lights and saw the beam of faint yellow headlights cutting through the dark. It was clearly an older, beat-up truck approaching. As it pulled up next to me, I could see the paint chipped and faded. The man stopped next to me, blocking the quiet road.
“Evenin’, miss,” he said, his voice deep and calm, like a lumberjack. “Looks like you’re in a bit of trouble here.”
I looked at Max before answering. He was back to his happy self, tail wagging, practically jumping out my window to greet the man. “Ran out of gas,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended.
He pulled up in front of me. The driver’s door creaked open; I thought it might not close again. An older man climbed out, moving with wide steps. He seemed like a giant. His glare was almost always at the ground, as if to say, “I know I’m big, but I mean you no harm.” He wore a flannel shirt that looked like he’d been wearing it for years. He had a wide-brimmed hat, even though the sun had gone down almost out of sight.
The lines on his weathered face were the lines of someone who had spent most of his days out in the sun. He had a giant smile with his eyes crinkling in the corners. He had kind eyes, the kind that made you think of porch swings and sunlit afternoons, of someone who had seen plenty of storms but never let them dim his light.
I felt a strange sense of relief just at the sight of him. Max, who had been tense and alert all evening, now had his tongue hanging out of his mouth, wagging his tail as if to say, This one’s okay.
The man nodded, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Well now, that’s an easy fix. Got a spare gas can right here. I’ll get you topped up and back on your way in no time.” I didn’t even notice he was carrying a gas tank until he mentioned it.
I hesitated. The guilt was tugging at me. “I can’t… I don’t have any cash to pay for it,” I said, my cheeks warming. “I can’t…”
He waved a hand, cutting me off with a chuckle. “Don’t you worry. Plenty of men have helped me out, and I reckon it’s my turn to do the same.”
He kept walking right past my window to the gas tank. His boots crunching on the gravel just like the last man. But these steps seemed different. Nonthreatening. Max was half out the window, watching him intently but without the slightest tension. I stroked his fur, whispering, “You like him, huh?” Max thumped his tail in agreement.
As he poured the fuel into the tank, I popped out of the van. He didn’t even look over at me. He began to speak, his voice steady and warm like a grandfather telling a bedtime story.
“Back when I was a little older than you,” he began, “my truck broke down in the middle of an awful storm. Didn’t have a soul in my life to lean on or a penny to my name. But this older fella pulls up in an old wagon, rain pouring down like the world was ending, and he gets out with a smile. Fixed me up and sent me on my way, just like that.” He paused, glancing at me with a twinkle in his eye. “I remember asking him how I could repay him, and you know what he said?”
He looked at me like I was there, and I should know. I shook my head, leaning forward slightly.
“He said, ‘You don’t owe me a thing. Just help the next person who needs it.’” The man chuckled, capping the gas can and stepping back. “Just a few weeks later, a woman was short a few cents while trying to buy groceries. I helped her out, and you know what happened? She became my best friend. And later, she became my wife. So here I am, thirty years later, still paying it forward. Best advice I ever got.”
Something in his words made me feel warm and safe, like being under a big blanket. The tightness in my chest had all but left. I felt lighter, safer, like the world wasn’t such a cold place after all
“Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with gratitude.
He smiled again, brushing his hands on his jeans. “No need to thank me. Just keep an eye out for someone else who might need a hand down the line. You never know where the world will take you.
But as long as you’re kind, you’ll receive kindness in return.”
“Well, start her up,” he told me. As I turned the key and the engine roared back to life, he touched his hat, then gave Max a pat before heading back to his truck. The old engine sputtered to life, and as the taillights disappeared into the darkness, I realized I didn’t even ask his name.
I stood there a moment longer, the air around me no longer feeling so heavy. Max nudged my hand, and I smiled, ruffling his fur.
I couldn’t help but glance back down the road where the old man had gone. He’d been just a stranger, but for a fleeting moment, he’d made the world feel a little smaller, a little warmer.
“Guess we’ve got some kindness to pass on someday,” I murmured, calling Max back into the van with my hands.
And that was enough.
The miles passed in a blur as I gripped the wheel, my mind spinning with fragments of hope and doubt. The beach town the old woman had mentioned felt like a dream—somewhere distant, hazy, but full of possibilities. Jake had always wanted to live near the ocean. Maybe, just maybe, I’d find him there.
Max’s sudden bark jolted me from my thoughts. He stood at attention in the passenger seat, his ears twitching as I pulled into a rest stop. I killed the engine, eager to stretch my legs and let Max out for a break. The night air was crisp, tinged with the faint smell of pine and salt.
But as soon as his paws hit the ground, Max bolted. His dark silhouette vanished into the shadows before I could even shout his name.
“Max!” I called, my voice echoing into the vast, empty lot. Panic gripped my chest as I ran after him.
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