AN: I still haven't come up with a normal posting schedule, so sorry if this is later than most. This chapter has some more mature content, so sorry if you get offended. Also, some certain hunters are going to be coming into the story very quickly, so stayed tune. Please review guy your reward for reviewing is… A Basket of Kittens and your very own Castiel! Anyways… on to the chapter. _
The further I walked, the more fatigued I became. I eventually found my way to a road I silently prayed, to whoever may be listening, that I would soon find civilization. I stood at the side of the road with my thumb in the air, and waited for a car to stop me by.
After about twenty minutes, a car slowed to a stop in front of me. A large, black, ford pick-up truck with tented windows. The passenger side window slid down, revealing a large, gruff man in a dirty brown tee shirt, and a baseball cap on top of his balding head.
"Need a ride, sweetheart?" The man said, his eyes visibly flicking from my face, to my chest, to my face again. I clutched my plaid over shirt over my white tank top.
"Yes please," I say. He may be a creep, but I need a ride.
"Hop on in," he said. I pulled open the door with ease and climbed in to the front seat. I clicked the seatbelt over my shoulder, and closed my hand over the small blade in my jacket pocket.
"So where are you goin', sweetheart?" He asks, staring at me.
"Just the nearest motel," I replied. I don't have any money, but I don't want to stay in this truck longer than necessary. The man then began to drive while I watched the flat plains zoom past. _
Turns out, we were further in the middle of nowhere than I thought. And even further than my destination. Nevada to be exact. I was in Nevada. I rode silently down the highway while the man played annoying country music. He continually tried to talk to me, but I just kept my face turned away from him. We just passed a highway marker, saying we were on Route 50, which leads to Kansas. I have to go to Kansas.
Lights shining brightly ahead of me, filled me with hope and joy. Arriving, I saw that is was Carson City. We drove a few more minutes before the man pulled into the "Motel 6" parking lot. He turned off the engine and adjusted in his seat to face me.
"So the nearest motel?" He asked.
""Yes, thank you," I replied. I reached and undid my seatbelt. When I try to open the door, I find it's locked.
"DO you really want to stay in there, love? You can stay in here. With me," He said, reaching to cup my face in hi large, fatty hands. Next, he slams his mouth onto mine, licking around my lips, moving his hand to my thigh. I push him off with force, him slamming into the driver's side door.
""Let me out," I said forcibly, trying to hide the wavering in my voice.
"OH no baby. I'll have fun with you," He said. He slid across the bench seat and continued kissing my. I tried to push him off, but failed due to the differences in his large size, and my small frame. His snook a hand up my shirt, and began trying to undo my bra.
Thoughts ran frantically through my head, all of which were trying to find a way out. I reach into my pocket and pull out my blade. In one swift motion I slam it in to this stomach. The light quickly faded from his eyes, and he limply slumped back against the car door.
"I'm sorry," I say quietly as I remove my blade. This blade had caused me so much pain in the past, but it may have very well just saved my life. Oh, the irony.
I reach into his jacket pocket and pull out his phone and wallet. I pocketed $520 and call 911.
"0-1-1-, what's your emergency?" asked a female voice on the other end.
"Yes, I would like to report a dead body, in the motel 6 parking lot of Carson city, Nevada," I say, while wiping the blood off my blade.
"Thank you. Can you tell me your name, please?" She asked.
"Yeah, my name is-" I hung up quickly. I then got out of the car, and walk away. I continued walking.
Awhile later, I find "The Sunrise Motel" and check in. I use the money I stole from the man, and the fake name Amelia Pond. Once I get in the room, I lock the door and collapse on the bed. Fatigue takes over, and I sleep. I dream.
