Wait in the Truck
Prologue
Marieorsomething
The sound of the animals who only came awake at night rustling in the bushes and cars zipping by on the nearby highway were the only sounds aside from her panting. The bright lights from the well placed streetlights had started a mile back and she was following them towards what she knew was the closest town in order to call for help. Every other step brought a hiss out of her mouth due to her aching body. Everything hurt – her head, her ribs, her legs, her arms. He had really done it this time – she was surprised she wasn't dead. When she woke up from the beating he was gone, probably out at the bar drinking himself into oblivion again. Tomorrow he would come back with flowers and dote on her for a few weeks until the bruising was gone, and he could stop seeing the results of his anger. Then it would start again.
Not this time. This time she was determined to get out. When she woke up – she had cried on the floor, and it had taken every ounce of her strength to get up. It had been a long agonizing process to find and collect her important documents. She grabbed her license, social, birth certificate, and anything else she could think up and then found the stash of money she had been hiding for months and shoved it all into a backpack. It had taken an awful amount of time to put on her good tennis shoes, she knew she'd need them. The walk into town was a long one – about five miles and not all of them were well lit. With her swollen eyes – she had stumbled around in the dark until the lights started three miles into her walk. But seeing the beaming in the distance had given her hope. Help would be in her grasp soon. She'd ask someone to help get her on the bus and she'd head to her father's a few hours away. She hadn't seen him since she settled in the middle of nowhere with the man she'd married.
As swollen as her eyes were and as loud as she was breathing, it took her a minute to realize she heard a car coming up behind her on the road. No, no, no. This could not be happening. He must have made it home and realized she'd left and now he'd come to find her. He may even finish her off for deciding to leave the house – especially once he saw what was in her bag. Angry tears pooled in her eyes – not like this. She would not go down like this. She sucked in as deep a breath as she could manage with what she assumed was more than one broken rib and started to run. Every step ached and she wanted to give up when she heard him speak.
"Woman, I don't know who you're running from, but it ain't me. You obviously need help, get in the truck. I won't hurt you." His voice was soothing and gentle as if he were speaking to a spooked animal. Which she guessed he felt he was. She stopped running and turned to face him. There was a large pick up behind her and all she could really see were his headlights.
At this point, she was ready to give up. If he wasn't a good Samaritan, there was nothing he could do that her husband hadn't done to her already. He may even finally put her out of her misery.
So she got in the truck.
Well, inspiration has finally struck again and I'm writing a new one. I don't know how many of ya'll are country music fans but this was inspired by the song 'wait in the truck' by Hardy. I stopped here because I didn't want to do too much too quickly, let me know how you feel about me continuing this one. - Marieorsomething