Ch. 1
It was cold. Icy, wet, bitterly cold. In the middle of nowhere, USA, she mentally sighed, missing the gentle warmth of the South.
Jesus, Marie, of all places to end up, the Cody in her head wined, you should just go back home
Yeah right, back to my daddy's KKK buddies right, and let's not forget your family's pending lawsuit Rogue mentally sighed.
"Hey there pretty lady, looking for a ride?" The burly looking man was leaning out of the window looking down on her. He had a familiar glint in his eye that Rogue tried ha rot ignore as she considered her choices.
This one obviously wanted some kind of payment for giving her a ride. She'd been able to get by so far with handjobs, but that last driver /shivers\ he took it too far and got hurt.
You slimy little bitch. You didn't tell me you were a filthy mutie. I could have planned around that. Horrific images ran through Rogue's mind. She winced, throwing up what good, happy memories she had to the forefront, trying to ignore her latest victim's antics.
"Sure, I'm tryin' ta get te 'laska. Which way're ya goin'?" Rogue mustered up her best smile as the man leered down at her.
"Oh I can get you close enough. Climb on in."
Mustering up all her strength, Rogue ran around the front of the rig, threw her bag in, and stepped inside.