I do not own Hills Have Eyes or any of their characters. I only own Jessie, Tanya, Michael, and Paul.
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Jessie wiped her hand across her forehead as she drove down the long road in the New Mexico desert. Her college roommate Tanya, and Tanya's boyfriend Michael, and Michael's friend Paul were all in the small car with Jessie. Jessie had been bribed into driving Tanya, Michael, and Paul to California for a trip. Jessie would have rather stayed at the college, but since this was going to be a free trip for her she decided to come. All she had to do was drive to California in her car. No one else had a car.
Jessie fiddled with a few of the radio knobs as Paul kept complaining about the heat, and Tanya and Michael were making out. "Gross and I wish he would shut up," Jessie thought as her hands tightened on the steering wheel.
The car was burning up inside. Even with all of the windows down, nothing was diminishing the heat. Earlier in Alabama, when Jessie pulled over for gas, Michael and Tanya were getting too frisky in the car and they broke the air conditioner switches. Jessie put Michael and Tanya in the back of the car and gave each of them a hard smack on their heads. No funny business was allowed in her car.
"If someone hadn't broken the air conditioner than we wouldn't be in this mess," Paul yelled angrily as he got annoyed of hearing Tanya's giggling.
"If I didn't have a stupid roommate then I would not be stuck in a car with three idiots that I don't know and that I don't want to know," Jessie thought as she kept getting static on every radio station she tried.
"Why did I ever say yes to this?" Jessie thought annoyed as she stared at the never-ending road. "Oh yeah, I'm getting a free trip to California and I only have to drive there and back home, and I can do whatever else I want to do when I get there," Jessie thought as she tried to calm down. She had a bad temper sometimes, but thanks to her anger management she can control her emotions better.
Jessie sighed as she remembered what made her go to anger management in the first place. It was three years ago when Jessie got into a fight with her mother. Her mother was so upset with Jessie's attitude that she slapped Jessie one night. Jessie took as many as she could before her anger snapped. After having her mother whip her back with a metal tip whip, Jessie snapped and grabbed the whip. She threw the whip away from her mother and started beating her mother.
Jessie would have killed her mother without remorse, but one of the neighbors stopped Jessie before she could kill her mother. The neighbor had heard the ruckus and the screams and arrived just in time. Jessie was still a minor at the time so she did not get sent to jail, but she did have to go through community service, anger management, and many hours with a probation officer.
Thankfully, Jessie was better now at controlling her anger. However after all of the beatings she received from her mother as she grew up, her back is covered with raised scars from whips. Her body was thin from not having much to eat growing up and not eating much in college, because she did not have much money. However there is more strength than anyone could imagine in Jessie's tall and thin frame.
Her shoulder length platinum blonde hair blew in the wind from the windows as her lifeless grey eyes stared out of the window. Life barely held any meaning to Jessie anymore, but in her mind, killing herself would be cowardice. She would rather live through life alone and unhappy than take the easy way out. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll find happiness some day," Jessie thought as she wiped more sweat off her forehead.
She looked down at the gas meter and sighed. "Maybe not," she thought when she saw that she was running on empty.
"Look a gas station," Paul said overjoyed. "I bet they have air conditioning," Paul said like a kid begging for ice cream.
"Doubt it," Jessie said and Paul glared at her. She just rolled her eyes and parked beside a gas pump. Jessie got out first and stretched her arms above her head. Tanya and Michael ran straight into the shop as the gas station owner stepped outside.
Paul gave a disgusted look at the gas station owner and headed into the shop. Jessie pulled her hair up into a hair bow. The heat was making it stick to her neck and it was uncomfortable.
She saw the gas station owner, whose name tag said his name was Sam. He was giving her hair a disgusted look. Jessie sighed and said, "It's natural so don't give me a look like that."
Sam was surprised before grumbling something. Jessie rolled her eyes and watched as he filled up the tank of her car. She saw him give a nervous glance to the hills and the desert around the station. Jessie frowned and looked around. A bad feeling surrounded her as she surveyed the area.
"Where you four headed?" Sam asked in a gruff voice.
"California," Jessie said as she looked at the hills.
"Oh long drive, lucky you stopped here, this is the last gas station for miles. I know a shortcut if you want to get there faster," Sam said.
Jessie looked at Sam with a dead look. She did not trust strangers. "A shortcut, which way is it?" Tanya yelled as she exited the shop and threw Jessie a bottle of water. Jessie took a small sip of her water before glaring at Tanya.
Tanya was so dimwitted it was sad. She believed everything that she was told and she would go anywhere she was told to. Jessie saw her as the obedient little puppy that listened to everyone's commands. However puppies are smarter than Tanya a thousand times over.
"Just go down that road and go through the white gate. It will lead you straight to the highway leading to California. It will cut off some hours from your journey," Sam said as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. Jessie's eyes narrowed when she caught the nervousness escalating in Sam. After watching different people as she grew up in her quiet childhood, Jessie has learned different signs of emotions and thoughts.
"Why is he so nervous?" Jessie thought and then she glared at the hills. "Something is messed up here and there is no way in hell I'm going on this so called shortcut. I'd rather go to hell first," Jessie thought as she held the switchblade in her pants pocket.
"Oh sweet cold water," Paul yelled like an idiot as he and Michael stepped out of the gas station.
"Jessie let's take the shortcut, I want to get to California as soon as possible. I want to go clubbing, tanning at the beach, swimming at the resort, drinking," Tanya listed off with a puppy dog face.
"We'll get there when we get there, now get in the car," Jessie said as she paid Sam and then got in the driver's seat. Tanya pouted and got in the front passenger seat. Paul and Michael sat in the back and Jessie felt like killing both of them when one of them farted.
"Good one," Michael said to Paul. Jessie stuck her head out the window and let out a few curses under her breath.
"Come on Jessie, let's go already. The beach is calling my name," Tanya whined as she honked the horn.
"The grim reaper will be calling your name if you don't shut the hell up," Jessie thought as she gripped the steering wheel and put the car in drive.
"Have a safe trip," Sam yelled and Jessie glared at him through the rear view mirror when she caught the stutter in his voice.
