Chapter 1

author's note: so this is my first fanfiction that I'm actually publishing so I'm glad for every kind of advice :) And I'm not a native speaker, I'm german and learned english at school, so it's far from perfect and I apologize for every word or grammar mistake I'll make! So if you know a better phrase, word, or spot grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me! :) I hope you all have fun reading!

Cora Richter stared over the steering wheel of her black Chevrolet Silverado, keeping both weary eyes on the seemingly endless dark, rainy road ahead. She was tired and worn out from the last days and couldn't wait to finally reach her destination – the Motel at the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Thinking about a real bed, a hot shower and what the mini bar might have in store for her was all that still kept Cora from pulling over and instantly falling asleep on the steering wheel.

Cora had been on the road for almost a week now only stopping at some gas stations or drive-thrus every once in a while. Sleep had been rare and the few she had gotten had been rather uncomfortable on the flipped back seat of her beloved pick up truck with the more or less ironic name "Christine".

Once again, Cora tucked the annoying strand of blonde, wavy hair that had escaped her ponytail and was now about to fall in her eye for the 26th time away from her face and behind her ear. 'Why am I not just chopping it all off to a length that makes THIS impossible? Would I really miss it that much?'She thought to herself. 'Sure I would...'

Since the motel she was aiming at was still nowhere in sight and the radio started to play the next country song, causing Cora's ears to constrict painfully, she decided it was time for a switch of music. Pulling out the CD case from under the passenger's seat she quickly found what she was looking for.

Nodding her head with the music's beat she stepped on the gas further

Saw waitress, couldn't waste it
opportunity knocks and you take it.
Went to my place, got to get a taste
couple shots hit the bong we were wasted.
Now she's all in the room is spinning
probably shouldn't have shot that of Jamison.
Here we go again, she's a perfect ten,
just tell me how it was in the morning.

The night's far from over
and I'm far from sober
but she's looking fine.

We're gonna be up all night
gonna take you for a ride,
we're gonna be up all night
get it on till the morning light,
we're gonna be up all night,
doing things your dad won't like

Cora had to laugh to herself about the irony of the chorus. 'Yep,' she thought 'looks like I'm gonna be up all night, too. Till the morning light and even doing things my dad wouldn't like… Too bad I won't be having a lot of fun…'

After another hour of driving the motel finally appeared in Cora's view. To say she was relieved to finally be there was more than an understatement. She pulled her truck into the Motel's empty parking lot and rushed through the rain to the reception. She checked in under the name Jane Brown, not because using a wrong name was absolutely necessary here but more because it had become a habit with time.

"All right Miss Brown, or would you prefer Jane? Or maybe Sexy? Here's your key, it's room number 27 for you. Unless you want to share a room with me of course", the receptionist purred. Disgusting, that's what Cora would describe him as. He seemed to be in his mid thirties, with bad teeth and the few hair left on his head was greasy. Definitely disgusting.

"Yeah, sure buddy." Cora said while grabbing the key and turning on her heels. She went strait to room 27, opened the squeaking door and set her duffle bag on the carpeted floor. The room was quite small, the cream coloured carpet had a few stains where the cleaner's attempt to do her job seemed to have been hopeless, the desk on the left wall was nothing special, but it worked, as well as the mirror above it. The queen sized bed was covered in dark grey sheets and the plain lamps on the nightstands matched. The dresser had three drawers to put her clothes in but Cora doubted that she would use it since she didn't intend on staying here for longer than a week and unpacking had meant forgetting things too often before.

She locked the door behind her, closed the dark red curtains in front of the window next to the door and went for the bathroom, already undressing on the way there. The tiny room held everything she needed: A tub with a shower, a toilet, a sink and a small mirror. What more could she need to be happy than this room? 'Well, a beer maybe, some Pizza and Transformers on TV tonight would be nice… We'll see what we can have'

She turned on the shower and stepped in, turning the water as hot as she could stand. Cora felt nothing but bliss as the hot liquid poured down her body, over the sore muscles of her neck and shoulders, washing away the dirt that had stuck itself to her body in the last days. She had almost felt like a tramp. 'Which by definition I might as well be', she grinned to herself.

After a long and refreshing shower Cora sat on her bed pondering over what to order for dinner. It was almost 10 already and she was starving, so she simply grabbed the phone on the desk and ordered some pizza. She then grabbed a beer from the mini bar and turned the TV on, hoping for a good movie. She stopped when she found a channel playing Star Trek 10. 'Not Transformers, but also bonkers', she cheered and when her pizza had finally arrived she happily enjoyed her little heaven in hell. She would worry about the job she had to do here tomorrow.