Gripping the wheel tighter I stomped on the brake and felt the tires screech as the van came to a complete stop, slowly halting in the middle of the road. I sat there with my hands tightly on the wheel still, my body was shaking uncontrollably . There was a brief silence till I finally just let my emotions erupt from me, my hands started hitting at the wheel as the horn beeped over and over. I yelled and cursed as loud as possible, tears fell down my face. It last for about five minutes till I started to calm down alil, but I couldn't stop the tears from coming. Sitting there as I sobbed against my arms on the wheel.
Why was I born...why oh why..
It soon became dark, the headlights shined the dark road for Isa to see clearly. Its been almost two hours since finally calming down, her face ached from crying and hands sore from hitting the wheel. She always hated crying , it made her feel weak.
Often it was hard for Isa to express her emotions, she never knew how to. Anger was the only thing she was able to express most, Eva always tried to get Isa to talk about her problems but it was never successful.
Trying to find some sort of distraction Isa turned on the radio, fiddling with every station till one seemed alright to her. The running and lyrics were soothing, despite being closed off from human experiences, music was the only thing that made Isa feel normal.
About fifteen minutes later Isa pulled up into the sports bar,it was small but always full with bikers and pigs. Closing the door she walked up to the building, a group of bikers were loitering around the side. One of them started cat calling Isa but she respond with flipping them the bird, once getting inside the smell of liquid and musk filled her nostrils.
Finding a seat at the bar top Isa ordered a glass of beer, the taste was bitter but it was probably the only thing that could ease her emotions right now. The bar tender handed Isa her drink, leaning against the edge she sighed.
"I ducking hate this place"
Is a tool a sip before speaking, "Why don't you quit..."
Tracey brushed her blonde hair back into a pony tail, her freckled cheeks showing more, she reminded Isa of one of those woman you see in those ads for magazines.
"Cause I need the money to move out of this God forsaken town, I'm telling you Isa I'm five hundred dollars away to my savings goal." She said with determination .
Rolling her eyes Isa took a huge hug of the rest of her beer, she said the empty glass towards Tracey for another.
"Why don't you just ask what's his name to help you...isn't he a...drug dealer?
Refilling the glass Tracey laughed," Like he'll that ducking prick would be willing to help me, all he cares is about himself and his stupid business. "
"Then why are you with him?" , Isa questioned while being handed her second beer.
A big from plastered on Traceys face, leaning forward a little she whispered.
"Cause he can fuck like a Trojan man."
Isa face cringed a bit as she tried not to spit her beer, Tracey giggled when she pulled away.
"Some day you'll find a guy and know what it's like"she said with a wink them attended to another customer.
Despite her many flaws, Tracey is the only person Isa can possibly tolerate to be around. Plus her insides aren't appealing to Isa, due to the fact that she smoked and does drugs from her dipshit boyfriend there's a chance she could have lung cancer and was close to be dead within a year or two.
A few drinks down Isa was beginning to feel the numbing affect, her vision started to get blurry, she wanted another drink but Tracey cut her off.
"That's enough for you kiddo, let me get you something to eat to sober you up." She said.
The thought of food suddenly came to mind,Isas senses became disoriented few to the alcohol but a faint delightful aroma came from across the bar. There sat a middle aged man, in his mid-thirties, smells pretty healthy ,though a faint decaying smell came from his kidney.
Her stomach started to do that painful twisting again, the thought of what she was planning to do made her grown and hang her hand against the counter top, causing to guys and a girl on the end of her stare. Shaking her head Isa got up and tried making her way to the restroom, her footing was a bit off and head started to spin. Before she could even walk past the gentleman at the other end her nostrils flared and her whole entire body shook.
Without even knowing what was happening Is a started going over towards the guy and tapped on his shoulder, getting his attention smile formed on him.
"Hello there miss, what do I owe of having a beautiful lady coming up to a old man." He said trying to be suave .
Trying to put on a fake smile Isa leaned against the edge of the counter and touched his arm. "I know I don't know you that well, but I'm in no position of getting back home. But I have a good feeling you're more trust worthy then these other assholes. Would you be willing to help a young woman get safely home?" She asked in a plea.
the guy looked at her then chuckled,then placed a hand over hers.
"I would be a cruel man of i wouldn't help a sweet lady in distress,just let me pay for my tab and I'll give you a lift. Hopefully you won't mind being seen with a old geezer like me." He said teasingly .
Smiling Isa caressed her fingers up his arm temptingly, " Age is nothing but a number old timer. " she said with a wink.
Despite this feeling so wrong and not what Is a wants to do, the other part of her took over and was taking over. With the guy finally paying the tab he lead Isa towards the front exit and into the parking lot. Halfway across the lot they came up to a 2017 red Chevy Malibu, the man opened the passenger seat for her to get in. Once inside she waited for him to get in and start the car, the engine purred to life.
"Point me in the right direction were you live sweetheart." He said.
"Go right once we pull out of the lot and I'll direct you the rest of the way there." She said with a small smile.
This isn't right..I should get out while I still can
Don't you fucking back away now, this old man just wants to get in your pants anyway. Besides his lungs and brain smells so delicious.
Stop it! I'm not a monster...
You say that..but you don't even know what you truly are..now go get us out fucking dinner!