Where in the hell is Forks? I thought, I tried looking through the windows, but all you could see was a blurry green and the rain pouring down. I leaned forward in my seat, trying to see through my front window. Focusing my eyes, I realized something was in the middle of the road. I slammed on my brakes, trying to stop before I hit whatever it was, coming to a jolting stop only a few feet away from the thing, actually the girl.

I hopped out of my truck, slamming the door behind me. She looked so frail, her long brown hair soaked and sticking to her thin frame, her tank top ripped towards the top with blood staining the top, looking towards her face you could see where the blood had come from. Her lip was busted, and her eyes swollen, almost shut, her brown eyes dead and tired. She stared at me, scared to death, a look I never wanted to see on anyone's face ever again. I didn't load her down with questions. This girl had been through enough. All I said was,"Climb in." and she did.

We both got in the truck, I'm surprised she did, though. I looked over at her and put my truck in drive.

"Where is he?" I asked, driving aimlessly. She looked at me, shocked, and clenched her hands together. "My house." She replied, turning to look out the window.

"And where would that be?" I asked, smirking a little trying to ease the tension a little so the little Darlin' could feel a little bit better. I couldn't tell you where she led me. All I know is that with every turn, the more she seemed to shut down and fidget.

When we finally arrived, you could tell the house had been through almost as much as she had. It was an old two story house with the paint chipping off the sides, the only light you could see was from the living room. Looked over at the little lady next to me and knew what had to be done. I grabbed the handle on the glove box and pulled out my revolver.

She grabbed my hand, showing off more of the scars he had caused all over her back and shoulders. She stared into my eyes, begging me not to go."Wait in the truck," I said, clenching my jaw,"Just wait in the truck." I got out and walked to the front door and knocked, but of course, no one answered. I knocked again and again until I finally gave up and kicked the door in. That's when I saw him.

He was tall compared to the little darlin' in the truck, not muscular by any means but toned enough to be able to hurt her. I saw him reach for the 12-gauge next to the kitchen table, but I shot first. Looking at his body, I let out a ragged breath and grabbed a cigarette out of his pack near the door, and walked outside smoking it. The girl sat in the truck with tears running down her face. I could hear sirens in the distance. Someone probably heard the shot and thought to be a good samaritan and called the cops. I sat my gun down on the railing outside the house and sat down, waiting for them to arrive.

The rain ended up soaking me by the time they got here. Three cars came pulling into the driveway, I stood with my hands in the air as three men came walking towards me with their guns held, "He's in the kitchen." I said, after that everything was a blur but I knew they found him and I also knew that they certainly didn't like out of towners that decided to kill a guy in the middle of a storm with really no motive besides he was an ass to women, at least one in particular.

So sorry I haven't posted anything for Porn Star Dancing but when I first posted it I was also just starting school. However I am already working on chapter two for this story so let me know what yall think!!