Under the Dogwood Trees
The quickest route to Henderson was on a dirt trail behind the doublewide. It was up a hill, hidden behind a screen of Sweetgum trees. Bobby only knew of it because it was a trail that Macey and she had gone down many times. Somewhere down the trail, lay a dogwood meadow hidden deep in the backwoods of Henderson, past Powell River, past the second fork in the trail. The split in the trail that led to the meadow, had long since been lost to thickets of ivy, but the path was traveled so much by the two of them, it was engrained into Bobby’s mind. It was in this meadow Macey and Bobby shot themselves up with the liquid meth they acquired from the dealers in Henderson. The heavier substance was necessary to help Bobby forget the hateful truth. When they had their fill, they walked the whole of the dirt trail till they grew tired. Bobby knew every trail from Arwen to Henderson all thanks to Macey. After Macey died, and Bobby got out of rehab, she refrained from traveling down the dirt trails because of the dark memories it held in its shrubbery, but now she had no choice in the matter.