Mark stopped the truck on the side of the road and got out to take a piss. He walked to the edge of the woods to relieve himself. He got through and decided to grab his sweat shirt out of the back of the truck it was getting cold and all he had on under his leather jacket was t-shirt. He reached in to grab the sweatshirt and instead grabbed a person. "What the fuck?" Mark yelled. Jessie jumped up. "Get your fucking hands off of me." Jessie yelled. Mark couldn't see very well because it was dark. But he could make out it was a girl and a young one from the looks of it. "Well sweetheart you're in the back of my truck. Get your ass out of it and you won't have to worry about my hands." Mark said angrily. Jessie jumped out of the back of the truck. Mark shook his head he didn't need this shit. He didn't know what her story was or care. He had enough of his own problems to worry about. "Fine ya prick. I'm out of your truck." Jessie said starting to walk down the dark highway. "Forgetting something?" Mark called after her. Jessie stomped back up to him and pulled off the sweatshirt and threw it at him. "There happy now." Jessie said. Mark seen she just had on a thin tank top. She was going to freeze out here. Mark watched as she walked off in the dark. Not your problem he thought. He got in the truck and started back down the road passing her. Mark just mind your own business you don't need this he told himself.
Jessie stomped down the road mad as hell. All men must be jerks she thought. He was one huge dude she was probably lucky he had
Made her get out of his truck. If he took a liking to her he looked like he could really hurt her he was 3 times the size of Davie and look what he had done to her. She saw headlights approaching from behind her and turned around. They were stopping. She took off running. It was Bobby. Davies's right hand man. Damn they already knew she had taken off. She felt a hand snag her hair and she fell hard. She looked up to see Bobby standing over her. "Little slut. Did you think you could get away that easily? I woke up Davie when I realized you were gone. He told me to find you and bring you back." Bobby said. Bobby was a gross man. He was short and had blonde dirty hair. He made Jessie sick. Bobby grabbed her and pulled her up against him. "Guess what? Davie said I could fuck you when I found you." He said his foul breath right in her face. "Your lying Davie is the only one that touches me." Jessie said. Bobby laughed. "That's the way it used to be. But after the shit you pulled, well just think of this as your punishment." Bobby said. He held her tight with one arm and started unbuckling his belt with the other.
"Damn." Mark cursed and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. He did a sharp turn in the road and headed back. He couldn't just leave the kid in the middle of no where in the freezing weather. He would find a shelter and drop her off and that would be the end of it. He drove back looking for her. Mark slammed on the brakes. He saw her and some guy was attacking her. He jumped out of the truck and headed toward them.
Jessie was trying her best to get away but he was to strong. She knew from harsh experience if you fought it just made it worse and more painful, but the thought of this bastard screwing her made her sick. Bobby had his pants unbuckled and suddenly ripped her shirt off. "Be still ya little whore!" Bobby screamed at her. Suddenly Bobby found himself being pulled off Jessie and thrown through the air. "Want to pick on somebody besides a kid ya jerk?" Mark asked. Mark pulled him up and punched him in the face knocking him out cold. He looked and seen the girl had ran and got the car keys and threw them into the dark woods. "Get in the damn truck!" Mark yelled at her. Mark could see she wasn't going to argue. She jumped into the passenger side and slammed the door. Mark got in and started the truck. "Friends of your?" He asked. Mark looked at her and seen her shirt had been ripped off. He threw the sweat shirt at her. "Put it on." He snapped. Just when he was starting to relax she had to come along and fuck things up. "Can I smoke?" she asked. He was going to say no but he seen she was trembling either from the cold or fear he didn't know. "Crack the window." he said. "Do you want me to drop you at a police station or a shelter?" He asked. "Fuck no." she snapped. "Just let me off in the next town." She said. "What's your name?" Mark asked. She looked at him for a moment. "Jessie." She said. "Is that short for Jessica?" Mark asked. She threw the cigarette butt out the window and rolled it up. "Jessica is dead, been gone a long time. It's Jessie now." She mumbled. She laid her head against the window and fell asleep. Mark looked at her sleeping. He couldn't make out to much in the dark truck. But damned she looked young. Well it's not your problem. You played the Good Samaritan. Next town she's out of here Mark thought.