Can anyone believe it? There is actually another chapter! I still own nothing, but oh well. This chapter is short as well, but I'm getting the hang of writing. The show must go on...
It was about forty-five minutes before the pair—if they could be called that—made it to their destination. When Frankie turned her gaze up towards the crumbling plantation house, she grimaced and hoped that they would not be here long.
"Is this the...final stop?" She dared to question, sweat starting to form at her brow from the scalding Texas sun.
"What the hell else were you expecting? Get the fuck out of the car and drop to the floor!" Frankie complied hesitantly and hoisted herself up out of the seat—her leg protesting about having to maneuver to the ground without a functioning partner. The real panic did not set in until she heard the click of a gun and she quickly started to struggle.
"What the fuck man?! I was only speeding! You can't shoot me for that, it's illegal!" Her protests met no ends as he steadied the gun to aim at the back of her head. If ever a miracle were to happen, now would have been the perfect time. 'Dear Lord, if you save me, I promise to never laugh loudly in church ever again!' The Lord, being merciful, sent forth Luda Mae Hewitt to save the day.
"What in the world do you think that you are doing, Charles Hewitt, Jr.?! That young lady is not to be slaughtered like a little lamb out in our front yard!"
"Mama, she is a breaker of the law and I will not have her walkin' off the victorious one!"
"Why, she doesn't even have a right leg! How could you force that poor girl to the ground? She won't even be able to get back up again. Get in the house you bully, and I will take care of this little angel." After shooing Sheriff Hoyt inside, Luda Mae bent down and hurried to help Frankie to her feet...her foot. Frankie Hansen's smile looked a little watery as she bestowed it upon the benevolent older woman, but it made her face light up and instantly Mama Hewitt was taken with her.
"You know, I never did have a daughter—how's about I take you inside and let you get cleaned up, hmm? After that, I'll brush out that mane of yours and you can tell me about yourself. Don't worry about Charlie, he won't bother you as long as you're under my wing."
"Th-thank you, ma'am, but I really couldn't! I don't want to take up your time..." Hansen cut off when she saw the nasty gleam in the woman's eyes. There was something very wrong here, and Frankie really did not want to stay around long enough to find out what it was.
"Now you listen to me child, I want you to go get in the tub and scrub until there is not a lick of dirt on you. I'll find you a dress to where—those shorts are entirely unfit for a young woman. Off you go!" Frankie did not protest this time and followed her host up the stairs and into a room that looked as if it hadn't been used in centuries. 'Hopefully the tub is in better condition..' It was not, much to the dismay of the young woman, but she was not about to say anything and set to work at removing her clothes as soon as the door closed behind 'Mama.'
I promise to be much better at uploading now, those of you who read this story. As the semester is almost out for me, I should have more time :) Let me know if you see any mistakes.