All Beasts Are Human (Ricky Horror Story)

Five - Birds Always Fly Away

What had happened? I was abducted by Brandon but then Chris saved me. We were in a car and we left the scene. What the hell?! I thought that Chris just wanted a one time thing but I guess he did say that he would come back. Oh god I fucked up. I ran away from Brandon, oh I know he will find me. Why did I go to Chris? Why did I let this happen? Ricky calm down, it is okay. We can run away together and change our names. We can be a family, possibly? No Chris just wanted sex, he wouldn't want to be my husband or something. I then looked at Chris with these dangling thoughts in my head. He was more focused on driving that on me even though I saw him glance at me a couple times. I did not recognize where we were going since I have been thinking the whole time. I looked out the window and saw lush grounds and some trees. This wasn't my home, we were somewhere else. How long had I been in my thoughts? Turning my attention to Chris I broke the silence. "Where are we?"

Chris continued to look at the road as he answered, "Oregon, specifically the valley," Oregon, I thought. I've never been there.

"H-how long have we been on the road?" I asked reluctantly. Honestly, I was scared to know. That means it was how long ago we had left Brandon to fuel his anger for me. 

"Six hours," he said while looking at me with a faint smile. "You fell asleep for a bit, and when you woke up, you were lost." I listened quietly as I thought. I fell asleep? When? Everything was not making sense. Maybe I was just shaken up, or maybe Brandon hit me so hard I had some memory loss. I have no clue but I don't remember this six hour intermission. 

"Where are we headed?" I asked in a hushed voice, as if Brandon could hear me. Chris looked at me and then back to the road. I wondered what his crazy idea was. Was he going to take me away and never come back? Or was he going to drop me off and leave? What if he was going to sell me as a slave?! All of these possibilities I was worried about but some were more dangerous than others. 

Chris said we were headed to Portland where his family lived. His family?! Okay this is crazy. I'm a bloody mess with bruises and cuts all over my body in a sweatshirt and ripped skinny jeans. I smelled of cheap perfume and booze. The taste of cigarettes still lingered in my mouth. No I would not go to Chris' family, no way. 

"Chris, no. I'm a stripper. I'm not going to see your relatives. I look like shit, my hair is knotted, and I need a good scrubbing. Going to your family is not an option," I said with a stern voice to convey my stubbornness. Chris just laughed and looked at me.

"I'm afraid your only option is to get out then," he said with smirk. "And we both know your dick of a boss will find you out on the streets. So I think it is either you come with me and we find you a place to stay or I will drop you off right here right now." Chris was right. Brandon would find me unless I was kept inside for a while. I hate to admit that. I looked away and looked out the window. God this is such a crazy idea. 

I nodded then looked at him, "Okay deal but first we need to stop soon so I can shower and get some rest," Chris chuckled a bit and nodded. "And I request two beds instead of one," Chris looked at me and laughed as he pulled into the nearest motel. 

"You got it princess,"