Mark pulled into a hotel. It was late and he was tired. He looked over at Jessie. She was still conked out. "Hey kid wake up." Mark said. Jessie came awake setting straight up. She rubbed at her eyes trying to wake up. "Where are we?' Jessie asked. "We're on the West Virginia turnpike." Mark said. She nodded and got out of the truck and took off walking. "Do I need this?" Mark asked himself. He sighed and got out and caught up with her. "Its late you can stay with me tonight and get an early start tomorrow." Mark said. Jessie looked up at him. He must be wanting to have sex. That's what men always wanted. What the hell she thought. I need a warm place to sleep. "Okay thanks." Jessie said. Mark went in the office and came back with the key. They were in room 310. Mark opened the door and they walked in. Mark flipped on the light and set his bag down. He looked at Jessie. This was the first real look he had of her and he gasped in shock. She did have the face of an angel. She was tiny just a little scrap of a girl with long brown curly wild hair that framed her beautiful face. Large brown eyes that seemed ancient and held to much knowledge in them for one so young. But her looks wasn't what shocked him. She had a black eye and bruises all over her face. There was dried blood in her hair. Somebody had beat the hell out of her. "Damn do I look that bad?" Jessie asked. She turned and looked in the mirror. "I do look like hell don't I?" She said. "Who the hell did that to you kid?" Mark asked. She didn't answer. "Can I take a bath?" she asked. "Yea go ahead." Mark said. Mark stood there in shock as she peeled her clothes off right in front of him. He was horrified as he saw that her body was covered with bruises and scars. He saw her wince as she took the clothes off. "Excuse me; you do realize you're stripping down in front of me don't ya?" Mark asked. "Are ya shy or something?" she asked gazing at him. "Get in the damned bathroom!" Mark yelled. "Alright. Don't get your shorts in a knot." She said going in the bathroom and closing the door. Mark shook his head. He decided to run to the Wal-Mart he had seen a couple of miles back and get her some clothes and stuff. He picked up his keys and left the room.
Jessie sat back in the tub letting the steam relax her. God it felt good. She thought about the big fella out there she didn't even know his name. She hoped it would be over fast with him that he wouldn't hurt her too much. She was already so sore and tired. She winced as she washed her hair. That shit hurt she wondered how bad it was. She lay back in the tub and relaxed. Hopefully the big guy wasn't too impatient.
Mark came in and set the bag on one of the beds. She was still in there. He went over and knocked on the door. "Did ya drown in there?" He yelled. "Is that hope I hear in your voice?" Jessie yelled back. "Smart ass kid." Mark muttered to himself. Mark plopped on the other bed and turned on The TV. Mark looked up as she came in with a towel wrapped around her. He wet hair was curled in ringlets all over her head. She was a beauty Mark thought. I got ya some clothes on the bed." He said. She went over and pulled out two pair of jeans, two sweatshirts, underwear, bras, socks, shoes and a night shirt. She looked at him strangely. They were all the right sizes too, damn he was good. "Thanks." Jessie said. Mark got up and went in the bathroom to shower grabbing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Jessie put on some underwear and the night shirt. She saw a bag with fast food sitting on the table. She sat down grabbed a burger and fries and demolished them. She took the drink and went and sat on the bed watching TV. Mark came out and Jessie couldn't help but stare. He was a really impressive man. His arms were huge and covered with Tattoos. "Thanks for the food and clothes." Jessie said. "Yea." Mark snapped. He was irritated he had to deal with her. Jessie figured he had shelled out all this money and was impatient for sex. Mark lay down on the other bed and stared at the TV. Jessie got up and peeled off her clothes and climbed in the bed with him. Mark looked at her like she had grown another head. "What in the hell are you doing?" Mark yelled. Jessie looked ay him confused. What was he mad about? "I thought you wanted to have sex. I mean ya bought me the clothes and food and let me stay here." She said. "God what are you a whore? Get the hell out of my bed." Mark yelled at her. He sat up. Jessie jumped back and flinched. She was sure he was going to hit her. Mark seen her flinch and regretted yelling. "I'm not going to hit ya. Just get in the other bed." He said more calmly. Jessie pulled her clothes back on and got in the bed. "I aint no whore Mr. High and Mighty. You don't have to treat me like I'm something you scraped off your shoe." Jessie said angrily. Mark sighed. "I noticed you had blood in your hair earlier, mind if I take a look?" Mark asked. She sat up and he came and stood over her. He parted her hair and gently probed her head looking for the cut. He felt her wince and looked down at the cut. It was long but not deep. "It's not too bad just long. You don't need stitches." He said. He went and turned off the TV and the light. He climbed in the bed trying to relax. "What's your name?" Jessie asked. "Mark." He said. Finally Mark broke the silence. "Tell me your story Jessie." He said. He heard her setting up. "It's a long story. Can I smoke?" She asked. "Yea." He said. He seen the glow of her cigarette and waited for her to begin.