I love you, I won't kill you

It was supposed to be lonely driving the interstate alone, listening to midnight ghosts on the radio, or pulling over to fill my stomach with food and water from the car's mini-refrigerator.

Amanda is indeed like the sporadic vehicles on the interstate highway, mechanically and numbly driving the car to the ghost place she has to go.

There are too many accidents and unexpected things happen in life.Accidentally received orders, unexpectedly went to Florida alone, and unexpectedly received "harassing calls" from many people on the interstate highway at night.

This was something the young female second lieutenant of the Marine Corps hadn't anticipated, and she had to reschedule tonight so that she could do another thing she wanted to do at a certain time.

The second lieutenant had a phone earphone plugged into his right ear all the time, and he was talking to Private First Class Elena Huffman, who should and had to be on the phone, some whispers that only the two of them knew.

The second lieutenant was very fortunate that she was free to live outside the base during this period of time, and she was also free to carry on the call until the phone ran out of power.Apart from rejoicing, she was also glad that Elena only had less than 10 minutes to interfere with her thoughts.

Amanda planned to stop in the Greensboro area of ​​North Carolina to rest her neck and rest her tired eyes.Never thought about the two calls from Megan and Elena, but forced her to continue driving on the road.

A speed limit sign ahead on the right side of the road quickly flashed past the side of the jeep.Amanda complained, "God, why is the speed limit limited to 65 miles per hour? Why not increase it to 75 miles per hour?"

After more than an hour of driving time, Amanda has already driven to the Charlotte area in the south of North Carolina.As long as you walk through the inner edge of Charlotte, you can enter her hometown-South Carolina.

"Come on, persistence is victory!" Amanda already felt that her neck was so sore that she could not stand it, but she still gave herself a death order and forced herself to enter the Greenville area of ​​South Carolina to rest.

这时离开里士满已有5小时35分，也就是当天夜里的10点45分左右。在行驶了380多英里之后，小吉普可以容纳70升汽油的油箱也快告罄。

The Magnolia Park Town Center gas station on the outskirts of Greenville, where Amanda will fill up her tank.Rely on the food and drinking water in the car refrigerator to supplement the physical exhaustion caused by long-term driving.

Coming off Highway 85, speeding down the Woodruff Highway next to the Interstate, because she had already seen the huge billboard of the "Runway" gas station in the spotlight on the left front of the road.The indicator needle of the fuel tank has also slid to the bottom, and it is estimated that there is less than one liter of fuel left in the fuel tank to insist on driving into the gas station.

Not wanting to pay attention to whether there was a highway patrol nearby, Amanda crossed the double solid line of the road directly from the right-hand lane, and drove the car into a gas station with six gas pumps arranged vertically.

Stopped at the second gas pump and let out a long sigh of relief sitting in the car.Pulling off the phone earphones, turning off the radio, pushing open the car door and stepping on the solid concrete floor, stretched a lot and shouted, "It's so fucking comfortable!"

Staring at the "Carolina Brewery" opposite the gas station, and the super-large McDonald's restaurant in front of the right, Amanda swallowed hard, "I really want to go to the beer hall opposite, or go to McDonald's OK."

But time does not allow her to do this, and now there are still 7 hours to Pensacola, more than 470 miles to go.No way, resisting the huge temptation of beer and hops, Amanda opened the trunk door and went straight to the poor little refrigerator in the corner.

Fortunately, I took Nina's advice when I set off from Richmond, otherwise she can only look at the restaurant but can't get in.Holding a large Thompson grapefruit, peel off the peel and chew on the bright red flesh inside.The weight of a grapefruit was not enough for her to eat, and after a few bites, she searched for other food.

By the time the gas tank was filled, Amanda had also filled her stomach with fruit and food in the refrigerator.Two large grapefruits, two refrigerated sandwiches, and a bottle of drinking water of about 950ml, almost all of these things were stuffed into her stomach.

"It's almost there, you can continue on your way." The second lieutenant stroked his slightly swollen abdomen in a small gesture, and walked towards the toll office of the gas station.

After calling the drowsy hourly worker twice, the sleepy-eyed hourly worker didn't know what the woman in front of him wanted him to do until he took Amanda's credit card.

Although this place is only an hour and a half away from Amanda's hometown of Jasmine Town, it is impossible for her to run home so irresponsibly.So when she pulled the car out of the gas station, she just took a few silent glances toward Route 385, which leads to her hometown.

"Maybe Daddy didn't know that I would be in the Greenville area?! Forget it, I'll tell him next time." Amanda secretly said something, and then set the next destination, Atlanta, Georgia, as the next day. The area that will arrive at one o'clock in the morning.

Physical strength has been effectively replenished, and the vehicle has been filled with gas. Amanda continues to drive on Interstate 85.The interstate highway in the dark night looked even more desolate and empty, only the whistling sound of the extended long-distance truck passing by from time to time seemed to remind the second lieutenant not to sleep or take a nap.

Amanda knows the terrain of South Carolina very well, and she also knows that after driving another 20 minutes, she will arrive at Lake Hartwell, the state border between South Carolina and Georgia in the north.The two adjacent federal states are bounded by the center of Lake Hartwell, each occupying half of the lake and surrounding natural resources.

Route 85 happens to have two bridges across the lake. On the side of the road at the state line bridge, a blue sign reads, "Welcome Center of South Carolina".And under the big tree on the right side of the bridge in front of you, a blue street sign reads on the upper row, "We are very happy that Georgia is on your mind." on site."

Although the welcome words of the two federal states were attractive, Amanda was ready to drive onto the bridge with a pensive face.She didn't take a second look at Lake Hartwell, which belongs to the territory of South Carolina, and she didn't pay attention to the South Carolina Welcome Center on the bridge.

No one knew what she was thinking, what she was thinking or remembering, only she knew.At this time, Amanda seemed to return to a weekend in the summer when she was 15 years old.

"Hurry up, baby! Wow, Lake Hartwell is so beautiful!" Julie Mitchell shouted, standing in the huge artificial lawn beside the welcome center road.

"I'm coming!" Amanda, who is only 15 years old, looks like a young girl from the outside.But who knows, at this time she has been in love with her 17-year-old neighbor Julie for more than a year.

Julie, 17, looks much more mature than Amanda.But in a real sense, she is also a young girl, and an American girl who has had a driver's license for two years.

Just after 7am on Saturday morning, Julie texted Amanda, "Today we're going to Lake Hartwell for the weekend! Better get me out of bed if you want to go!"

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