"You think we can stop somewhere? Just for a minute?"
"Felicity, we are not going to make it to the house before dark as it is."
"Then what different does it make if we stop? I need to pee. Like, badly. And I'm kind of starving."
Sara didn't answer as she looked over her shoulder to check for any traffic. Stepping on the gas, she sent the car flying forward once again. She looked at her friend, who was pouting, bottom lip pushed forward and those super sad puppy eyes no one could resist.
"Please." Felicity begged.
Sara rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. But, it has to be a quick stop. I think there's a roadside restaurant a couple of miles away."
They drove the rest of the way in silence. The sun was setting as the Restaurant/bar came into view. Felicity sat up, pressing her lips together in expectation. Sara pulled into the parking lot, or as it should be called, just a big plot of dirt. The 'restaurant' was everything one could expect from a trucker stop along the road. Loud country music could be heard along with voice from at least a hundred people. Sara parked the car in one of the few empty spots, turning off the engine and looking at Felicity.
"Remember. This is a quick stop. Go pee, I'll get us some food and then we're out of here. We meet back here"
Felicity nodded and opened the car-door on her side. Smoothening her skirt, she looked around to find the bathroom.
"alright, see you in a sec." She said to Sara when she spotted the bright neon sign. Sara smiled and nodded, before turning on her heel and heading towards the restaurant/bar/the place the trucker's loved. Taking a deep breath, Felicity started making her way through the dirt, towards the bathroom. When she finally reached it, she pulled up her nose, the horrible smell already infiltrating her nostrils. She had to wait in line before she could finally use the bathroom. The stall was as dirty as one could possibly imagine, so she made quick work of it, washing her hands very thoroughly afterwards. She checked herself in the stained mirror and got the hell out of there.
Getting back to the car turned out to be harder than imagined. Felicity couldn't quite remember where they had parked, so she was left wandering through the rows of cars, looking for the blue convertible. It wasn't long before a very drunk man approached her, his sentences slurring as he reached out for her. Felicity tried to stay away from him as far as she could, but it wouldn't be enough. He managed to get a hold of her hand and pulled her towards him, stumbling backwards himself in the process.
"Hello, sweetheart, how we doing t'day?"
"Please, let me go."
A panicking Felicity tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let go, backing her against the hood of a car parked nearby. His drooping eyes looking over her body, and Felicity felt disgusted.
"You a fine lady." He said as he stepped closer
"Please don't hurt me." Felicity begged him as he stood towering over her, his hands on either side of her.
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanna have some fun."
"Please, let me go." She pleaded, but it was clear that wasn't going to work. His hands started roaming over her body, starting at her exposed shoulders. For a second, she thought about how wearing her Bardot top today hadn't been one of her better decisions. But then, a hand reached her mid-riff. She squirmed and pleaded with him to let her go, again. She knew what was going to happen. She knew it and cursed herself for wanting to stop for a bathroom break. She screamed when the man's hand reached her thigh. She tried kicking him, and hitting him, but that only made him angrier. He slapped her across her face and flipped her around, pressing her front against the car. Her head hit the hood of the car with a loud bang, making her dizzy for a second, before reality crashed back in. She could feel the blood dripping from her nose, a strangled sob escaping from her lips as the man twisted her arms behind her. She screamed for help, for Sara, for anyone. Her skirt got pushed up and she tried to somehow get away, but that only resulted in getting her hair pulled. She could feel his hand tugging at her underwear and she screamed even louder, sobbing when nobody seemed to come to her rescue.
"Be quiet, you bitch." The man said as he was unbuckling his belt.
"I really don't like that word." A familiar voice said from behind him. Felicity let out a strangled sob of relief. Her heartbeat was racing, blood rushing through her ears. She probably missed half the conversation and she couldn't see what was happening behind her, but she could feel the man letting go of her. She staggered to the side, getting away from under him, pulling down her skirt. She turned to see Sara, her best friend, who would never hurt anyone, with a gun pressed to the scumbag's neck.
"We were just tryin' to have a little fun, that's all." The man tried to explain. Sara wouldn't have it.
"Looks like you've got a real fucked up idea of fun."
Wiping the tears from her face and trying to steady her erratic breathing, Felicity tugged at Sara's hand.
"Come on."
Sara didn't respond, only handed Felicity the bag of food she had gotten. "Sara, come on. We need to get out of here."
Grabbing Felicity's hand, she stepped backwards, but stopped, the gun still pointed at the man's head.
"Turn around." The man did as she asked, his hands raised above his head.
"Next time, when a woman is crying like that. She's not having any fun, you hear me."
Squeezing Felicity's hand, she turned around and moved to take her to the car.
"Bitch! I should've gone ahead and fucked her."
Sara's face went into thunder mode. She turned around pressing the gun against the guy's forhead.
"What did you say?!" She spit out, almost growling.
The man narrowed his eyes, one corner of his lips tucking upwards.
"I said suck my dick."
In the end, it wasn't the gun that ended the conversation. With one swift kick to the balls, Sara had the man doubled over on the ground, taking him into a headlock, breaking his neck like it was made of glass. As his lifeless body fell into the mud, Sara staggered backwards, reaching out for Felicity. Felicity gasped and stared at her best friend in disbelief before Sara wrapped her arms around her and the tears began to flow again. Sara began to soothe her softly stroking her hair and rubbing her back. Heavy sobs shaking Felicity's entire body.
"Shhh, sshh. You're okay." Sara whispered.
They stood like that for a moment until Sara pulled back, wiping the tears off of Felicity's cheeks and smiling a tiniest of smiles at her.
"Come on. Let's get the hell out of here."
Wrapping her arms around her friend once again, she started guiding her towards the car. They sat in silence for a while before Sara turned the key and started the engine. Felicity took a napkin from the bag and started cleaning her face, wiping the dried blood from her upper lip and cheek, quietly sniffling while Sara drove them through the night, blinking away silent tears, biting her lip to stay focused on the road.
