Howdy! xXCowboyDanXx here! Second chappie up (I lied.. I put it up before reviews or anything cause I know I won't have time later..) Anyway, hope you guys like it..
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My head snapped upright, eyelids flying open. Groggy and disoriented, I looked around with bleary eyes. At first I couldn't figure out where I was, and I started to panic, my chest tight and breaths coming in quick gasps. My mouth tasted horrible, and I wiped my tongue on my coat sleeve, trying to get rid of the taste. I was in a car- that was easy enough to deduce- but I didn't remember who I was riding with. I've driven with so many people the past couple weeks that they all seem to blend together; most of them are creepy guys who offer to drive me if I show them my chest. I'm not proud of what I've done to hitch a ride, but I guess it's my only option if I want to find Dallas eventually. I'm assuming that this was the case with my current situation based on the driver's age and the Playboy magazines littering the floor of the truck cab.
It was still dark outside, and I had no clue what time it was. There was barely any moon, just a pale sliver left hanging in the sky with a small sprinkling of stars. I glanced nervously over to the driver's seat, but he had his eyes on the road so I relaxed a bit. Usually I refrained from falling asleep in the cars of strangers when I was traveling, but I guess I must have dozed off without realizing it. I was just too tired...
Maybe it was the fact that I've been sleeping in cars for the past week or that I haven't had a decent meal since I left home, but it seems like I am constantly dead to the world. Still, I don't regret leaving home. There was nothing left for me there. I had no future, no family, and no sense of belonging. Once I got to Tulsa, I'd have a new start. Maybe I'd enroll in the local middle school, join a sports team, make some new friends. I never really had any close friends aside from Dallas back home either.
But all that would change in Tulsa..
I slouched in my seat, daydreaming, until I eased back into a light sleep, my eyelids sliding shut.
When I woke up next, it was still dark, but we weren't moving. I sat up in my seat, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I could tell my hair was a complete mess, a matted, unwashed rat's nest. I tried to smooth it down with my fingers.
"You're still cute with a little bed head.." a voice purred in my ear, and I jumped, the hair standing up on the back of my neck. My driver tucked a loose strand behind my ear and I pulled away, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Where are we at?" I inquired, ignoring his hand, now now resting on my shoulder.
"We're a few miles away from Jefferson City. But I won't go any further until I get my payment." he murmured. He was close to me, and I could feel his breath, hot and pungent on my face. I wrinkled my nose and reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't open.
Locked.
"Nice try sweetheart.." he whispered with a wink. My stomach turned to ice as I realized his intentions. I mentally kicked my self for falling asleep; my exhaustion was going to cost me my virginity. He was undoing his zipper and I started to shake.
"Don't worry babe, it'll be over quick.." he reassured me, but I was no calmer than before.
It wasn't quick at all. Never in my life have I been more humiliated, more ashamed, more invaded. What he did to me made me hate myself. I hated how I slid into his trap. I felt so stupid.
I came to realize that the last thing I wanted to do was drive for hours with a rapist, so once he was finished and I had my pants back on I told him to let me out, that I'd walk from here.
"You sure? Tulsa's a long way away." he said, but I objected.
He pulled over and as soon as I got out of the truck I violently threw up on the side of the road. I finally let the tears fall, sobs wracking my chest as I puked what felt like all my organs onto the pavement. I waited until I saw his truck disappear out of sight before I started to walk, but I was still really shaken up.
It was November and it wasn't long until I was shivering, my hands shoved deep in my pockets. I felt like an ice cube by the time I saw a neon gas station sign glowing green in the distance. The bell dinged cheerfully as I walked in and a rush of warm air greeted me.
I pretended to look at the brightly packaged merchandise while I waited for the feeling to come back to my numb fingers and toes. I slid a small Swiss army knife into my coat pocket when no one was looking, I needed some protection if I was going to be on the streets. I bought a Coca Cola and was momentarily devastated by how thin my cash stash seemed to be. What as I going to do once I was broke, starve? I've always been kind of scrawny, and I don't think I could afford to lose more than five pounds or so..
I asked the cashier where the nearest consignment store was; my girlish clothes- a skirt, tights, and a sweater- attracted the wrong kind of crowd. If I was going to get to Tulsa, I had to look more androgynous to avoid being assaulted again.
As soon as I stepped outside, I pulled the knife out of my pocket and grabbed a clump of my hair before sawing it all off. I wasn't sad to see it go; it was too difficult to take care of anyway. I looked at my pale reflection in the gas station window and was surprised to see a skinny, blonde boy staring back at me with big eyes. He was wearing a skirt, but the consignment store would change that. I definitely could pull it off. I've always lacked curves.
Now all I had to do was grab some new clothes and I was ready to go.
Tulsa, I'm almost there.
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