Closing the door, her ears detected, "The bitch has arrived."
Turning around, she stared at the flannel shirt, blue jean wearing blonde.
"Easy, babe," remarked her red headed male companion, "She's the reason we can party," passing a joint to her.
"Excuse me, Harold," said Kate placing the car keys on the kitchen counter.
"Flashing your tits, shaking your ass, and we get stoned," proclaimed Harold.
Puffing on the joint, "Good one, sugar pie."
"Thank you, the slut of my eye."
Squinting her eyes and puckering her lips, Kate had some choose words instead bit her tongue and stormed off towards the bedroom.
Clenching her fists and grimacing in anger, she counted to ten slowly breathing.
"That's it," she thought unzipping the bag, "Tonight's the last night," dumping the contents of the bag on the bed.
She was sorting through the outfits when arms wrapped around her waist. Turning her head, she stared into the brown eyes of Hector.
"Go away," said Kate.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."
"You just need to some fun. Come just dance for me, Sarah, and Harold."
"No."
"Why? You did tonight."
"Then pay like the rest of the customers."
"Come on."
Trying to wiggly from Hector's grip, "No, I'm tired. Just got back from work something you don't know anything about."
"Listen…"
Breaking his grip and turning around, "No, you listen," poking his chest with her finger, "I pay the rent, get groceries while you just get fat and kill what ever brain cells you have left," tapping his right temple.
Grabbing her wrist, "You're not going to embarrass me."
"News flash, you're already an embarrassment. Now get your hands off."
"Listen you stuck up, bitch."
Driving her knee into his crotch, "No, you listen," staring down at the fallen Hector, "You and your buddies are gone because I'm going to call the cops to take you away," storming out.
Her heart pounded with each step towards the phone.
Picking up the receiver, "Trying to phone home," came from Harold.
"Like she knows anybody important," giggled Sarah.
Ignoring them, she dialed telling the dispatcher to came and get her unwelcome guests. Returning the receiver to the cradle, she was about to tell to go to hell when she got violently turned around and backhanded by Hector.
Landing on the floor, she heard, "This bitch needs to be taught a lesson in matters," came from Hector.
"Make her squeal!" yelled Sarah.
"Save some for me!" replied Harold.
Getting turned over, back of Kate's hand landed on something hard. Gripping it, she swung at the kneeling Hector's face with a beer bottle. Pushing him away with her feet, she got up and ran out the door.
Trying to open the car door only to realize she had locked it and left the keys behind.
Hearing the scurrying of feet inside the trailer, she ran across the street and headed towards the field. Passing the abandoned motel, she came to a barbwire fence. Lifting up the top wire, she slid between the wires and entered the tall grass field.
Sitting down and drawing her knees to her chest, "Just wait for the cops to arrive," she thought catching her breath.
Hearing the howls of jackals broke her from her thoughts. Truck engine starting up replaced those howls.
The tops of the grass lit up then quickly faded away as the truck slowly came near her location. Peeking, she saw Sarah in the back of Harold's truck holding a searchlight.
"Rabbit hiding hunters," she thought returning to her sitting position.
Lifting the ring from behind her shirt, she grasped it.
"Wish Rath was here," she thought.
When truck engine faded away, she peaked up and saw the coast was clear. Changing plans, she was going to retrieve the car keys and drive to the police station. Slipping between the wires she head towards the trailer.
Passing the corner of motel, a hand grabbed her and slung her against the brick wall.
"So good to see you again, bitch," hissed Hector dragging her further down the alley way.
Truck lights lit up the alley way. Closing of a truck door, two silhouettes walked towards them.
Pressing her back against his chest, "Show them your hedge," grabbing her crotch.
"Go to hell, bastard."
Turning her around, "You're going to do what I say!"
Spitting into his face he slapped her into the arms of Sarah and Harold.
"Time to show you who's boss," unbuttoning and pulling her pants down.
Dragging her towards the ground, Sarah held her arms down as Harold pinned her legs.
Sitting on her stomach, "Time to play doctor," stated Hector, "Harold knife," holding his hand out.
Harold placed the handle of the knife in Hector's hand. Gripping the handle, Hector sliced through Kate's shirt from her waist to her neck. Parting the halves revealed her bra. Three slices removed her bra.
Returning the knife to Harold, Hector grabbed her right breast.
"Soft to the touch," wiping a tear away from her face, "No tears are going to save you "Time to get freaking," ripping off her panties.
"I can join in," stopped the parting of her legs.
Looking over Harold's shoulder, "Walk away this isn't none of your business," growled Hector.
"I'm making this my business."
Standing up, "Then you just made a big mistake."
"Small threat from a small man, a really small man."
Walking towards the silhouette, Hector's fist went forward. It hit air. A fist hit his stomach dropping him to his knees. The silhouette moved behind him and twisted his head. Snapping of Hector's filled those watching with dread. As Hector's body slumped to the ground, Harold stood up holding his knife.
"Hold her," walking towards the silhouette.
Turning around, the fabric of a duster coat ruffled causing Harold to be a little more cautious in his approach. The blade swayed left to right like a cobra waiting to strike. The blade went forward.
A hand grasped the wrist of the knife hand. Before Harold's other hand could go forward, an open palm drove his nose into his brain. Bending at his knees, Harold fell backwards.
Staring at Harold bending backwards, Sarah forgot about Kate.
Rising up, "Hey tough guy afraid to fight a woman," walking towards him, "Yeah, you don't have the stomach to strike a woman," poking his chest.
Slapping her unconscious was his answer.
Thud of Sarah hitting the ground caused Kate to close her eyes. Trying to play dead didn't work cause of her sobbing.
Hearing footsteps walking towards her, "Please go away," she thought.
The footsteps stopped beside her. Biting her lower lip, she waited for Hector's little project to get finished.
"Going to get your death of cold by just laying there with out any clothes," opened her eyes.
She stared at the unseen face. A gloved hand reached out towards her. Taking it, she was pulled up. Pulling up her pants, she watched as her rescuer walked towards the head lights.
"Hey," she said running towards him, "Like to thank you."
"You have."
Stepping in front of him, "Just who…" was cut short when the lights revealed a falmiar face she hadn't seen in three years.
It was Rath Lee and Kate pasted out from information overload.