Yo! It's me again! Uhu, the bouncy hyperactive very annoying girl. Anyway, here is chapter 2! I know it's not much, spare me! Please review? #puppy-eyes# I promise then the next chapter will be one with more words!

We were sitting in a restaurant. I sat on a chair facing the man.

"So... start." he said, but a waitress interrupted us.

"Do you want to order already? Something to drink, maybe?" she asked. The man ordered tequila and then looked at me, asking with his eyes if I wanted something too. I shook my head and the waitress walked away.

"Now start." The man said. I shook my head again.

"There's nothing." I could not tell him everything that had happened. I was not ready to tell him yet. My brains were working, trying to create a story that I could tell him.

"I got you out of the fucking desert, now you tell me your fucking life story. That was the deal, luv."

"Don't call me luv."

"Just tell me your fucking story, okay? Then you can do whatever it is you want to do."

"Ok." I said while my brains were still working.
"Here you have my fucking life story. Shut up and listen. I was eight when my mother left me. My father left soon after that. The neighbour took me to an orphanage. I spent most of my life there, until I realised life had to have more then that, and I ran away from the orphanage. Then I ended up stealing the car, the rest is history."

"Hm." The man didn't look like he believed me.

"Good. I actually have nothing to do with your life. Just curiosity. Well... goodbye, then." He said. He stood up, left some money for the tequila and walked away. I looked around, there were only a few people. I grabbed the money, stood op and walked out of the restaurant. I saw the man driving away on his motorcycle.

There I stood. I had nothing, only my bag with a brush, some food, and I had some money. The city wasn't very big, in fact, there were only a few houses and a restaurant. I turned my back to the road and my face to the restaurant, and read the name.

"Tequila Lime." How humorous.

I turned again and looked at the road. I stood there for a long time, staring. I hadn't heard the bartender coming when he touched my shoulder. I quickly turned around, ready to fight if it was necessary. It wasn't. Obviously I scared the bartender with my quick movement, but he quickly recovered.

"Err.. Miss? You're standing here, for like... half an hour? Is there anything-"

"No. That is not possible."

"It is, miss... "

"Miss Brader."

"Ok, miss Brader... Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well... is there any hotel or motel in the neighbourhood?"

"Not in this village. If you'd like, I can take you to a hotel in a village nearby."

"Yes, please." I said. I was confused. I didn't really realise everything that was happening.

I stood there for another 10 minutes, and then the bartender touched my shoulder again.

"Miss?"

"Yes, yes."

"Ready to go? There is my car." He pointed somewhere next to the restaurant. He started walking and I followed him to his car.

He drove me to a village, 20 minutes far from the restaurant. He stopped the car and told me where I could find the motel. He wouldn't take me any further into the village. I got out of the car and he drove away. There I stood, again, with nothing. I started walking in the direction the man had pointed, but didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I bumped into something and I wondered if it was a wall again, but it wasn't. It was a man. A man I knew. The man from the restaurant, who had taken me out of the desert.

"So, you again, right?"

"I guess so... what are you doing here?"

"I can better ask you the same question."

"I said, WHAT are you doing here?"

"Same thing as you are doing here."

"And HOW do you think to know what I'm doing here?"

"Well, seen the situation I left you in, I guess you didn't come here to visit your family, now did you?"

I doubted for a second. Could I tell him the truth? ... aw, what the heck.

"No."

"Because you didn't even knew where you were. And this town sucks. There are no good people here. You're very lucky that you found me, missy."

"And why am I supposed to be happy?"

"I told you. There are no good people here."

"And you are?"

-Silence-

"Well?"

"No. I am not. But I am not a person who rapes beautiful little girls like you. They are." He made a wide movement with his left arm like he could include all people in town.

"So?" I didn't know where this would lead. What was his plan? Did he even have a plan?

"So, you're coming with me." He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along, through the streets. In front of the motel, he stopped. He went in, and I followed him. There was nothing else that I could do. He asked for a two-person-room, paid for it, grabbed the key and walked away. Again, I followed him. We walked up the stairs, through corridors, and stopped in front of a door. A little sign on the door said that it was room 203. 'I know that number... Of course! It was also the number of my previous motel room!'

He opened the door and cursed. I passed him and entered the room. I didn't see a reason for him to curse, so I asked him.

"Two-person bed. But you know, I didn't really plan on sleeping here. I have a lot of things to do, you see... so you just sleep, and don't open the door for anyone! Only for me, and I'll knock 2 times, then 3 times. Ok?"
"2 times, 3 times. Ok, got it."

"Good. Well... good night." He said. He turned around and walked away, and I closed the door behind him. I locked the door and went to bed.