To Stalk A Rockstar

Bus To Freedom

(PLAY MUSIC! ;P)

"NO! YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I'M LEAVING DAD! I WON'T BE YOUR LITTLE TOY YOU THROW AROUND ANYMORE! I'M DONE!", I yelled angrily pulling my arm sharply away from mom's arms trying to pull me back from the door.

"YOUNG LADY! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ONE MORE STEP TOWARDS THAT DOOR OR ELSE! I WILL CALL THE COPS ON YOU MISSY!", my dad threatened. I knew he wouldn't do it. They've wanted me out of that house from day one. 

"GO AHEAD 'DAD'! I'M EIGHTEEN! I CAN MOVE OUT ANY TIME I WANT! I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED RIGHT HERE! 'MYSELF'! I DON'T NEED SOMEONE TELLING 'ME' WHAT TO DO EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE! SO FUCK OFF!"

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT BITCH! BE GRATEFUL WE DIDN'T THROW YOU OUT! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!", i watched as my dads face changed to purple and spittle flew from in between his beefy lips. A vein popped up on his bald head.

"BYE DAD! I'M LEAVING NOW!", i said turning away from their faces. I threw open the door and took a step outside. Gravel crunched under my sneakers.

"Sayanara bitches", i said spitefully under my breath. For a while i walked and walked down the empty highway. A bus appeared through the summer heat waves and i squinted for better measure. The bus stopped next to me and the bus driver popped his head out the window and asked if i wanted a ride into the city. I tell him yes and climb the scratched rubber steps and made my way down the isle. The bus wasn't very crowded so i sat down across from a sleeping burly old man. A long white beard laid on his chest and dirt was layered over his cheeks.

The bus started up and went down the highway. The plastic blue seat felt uncomfortable and stiff.

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For about an hour the ride was peaceful until the tires rode over a large pothole in the road making the burly man startle awake with a loud grunt. I felt the mans curious stare, so i lifted my head up from the window and tried not to look suspicious. 

"You got on at the last stop didn't you.", he said to me blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. It sounded more like a statement than a question, almost as if he knew  beforehand. 

"Yes", i answered quietly in response.

"Running away...?"

"No....i'm actually moving out of my parents house"

"Where's the moving truck?", the man said jokingly showing off a cheeky smile.

I gave a small smile in return.

A few minutes of silence passed before he spoke again.

"Name's Luke Noland, your's?"

"Sara, Sara Knudsen."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sara. May i ask what exactly you are doing on this bus to nowhere? I know your not just 'moving out'.", he said to me, looking me in the eyes as if he knew the secrets of the world.  "I won't tell anyone. I have no one to tell.", he gave me a reassuring look.

"I'm going to be famous in my music. Maybe even get a real job...i don't know....why am i telling you this?"  

"Good luck girl. Life is hard. But don't give up you hear? If i manage to catch a glimpse of you on one of those screens, just know i'm cheering for you."

"Thank you sir."

"Call me Luke."

"Luke, excuse me."

"Oh don't worry about it. Whose going to remember me anyways?"

I searched through my purse and pulled out a $50 bill. I reached across the aisle and offered the money to him.

"Oh no i can't take that from a nice little lady like you."

I walked across the aisle and sat down in the seat next to Luke. 

"Here i insist. You are a nice person and you deserve better.", i stuffed the bill into the mans palm.

"Thank you mam."

"Your welcome, but call me Sara."

With those words he smiled brightly and reached out a hand to shake mine.