Headlights

Chapter 2

Rihanna's POV

I sat on the back porch, taking quick glances at my phone every once in a while to see if Marshall had texted me. Thunder began to rumble against the sky and I prayed that it wouldn't rain. Man fuck my mom and her drinking habits, I understand she's going through some shit right now but she could be a little more more responsible.

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket and I hurriedly pull it out to see if it was the text I was waiting for.

M: I'm out front.
R: okay I'll be there in a sec

I grab my purse and swing the long strap over one of my shoulders, letting it hang down a little past my hip. I stood up and weaved my way through the overgrown bushes and out of the chain linked gate. My converse scrapped against the gravel mixed grass as I made my way to the street. Wait... I'm going to sit with him in his car? I'm such a fucking idiot for not thinking this through! Of course I'm going to sit in his car.... Next to him... The guy Andy said was bad news.... The man I've only known for a few hours... If I wind up dead and buried out somewhere in the woods it's my own damn fault.

I slugged my self forward hesitantly and took a deep breath before opening the car door and climbing inside. I adjust myself in his passengers seat and buckle my seat belt, trying not to look stupid while doing it.

"Thank you for doing this.." I say glancing at him from the corner of my eye. His hands were gripped tightly on the steering wheel and all his  attention was on the road ahead.

"You're welcome.. You get locked out of the house often?" Marshall asks in a way nicer tone then I expected.

"This is the first time." I respond not really wanting to go into detail about my drunk mother.

"You should try and get and extra key.." Marshall advised now pulling into the parking lot of a motel.

"I will." I say unbuckling my seat belt and getting out. Marshall got out as well and walked with me into the lobby which really surprised me because I just expected him to drive away.

My legs propelled me to the front desk and I was greeted by a middle aged man who with a pot belly that his suspenders struggled to keep in tacked. His beard was straggly and grey and he smelled of tobacco.

"We got one room left for the night and it's a single bed.. Not really big enough for you and your boyfriend here." The man says leaning his arms on the desk for support.

"Oh no he's not my boyfriend, and he's not staying with me." I spat out quickly as I shook my head. Fuck I'm so awkward. I glanced at Marshall to see his reaction and he seemed totally unfazed as he just stood with his hands deep in his pants pockets.

"Well it's $150 either way girly." The man scratched his beard and my mouth nearly fell to the floor after hearing the price. I dug in my purse and pull out my wallet. My fingers found  every dollar bill I had and I counted it.

"I have $45 but I promise I'll pay you back!" I plead now with a sick feeling in my stomach. If I can't stay here I have no where else to go and I can't stay outside all night! Especially not in this city...

"It's all or nothing." The man refuses not really caring if I have a place to stay or not.

"Please! I'd pay by credit card but I just moved so my banks haven't been switched yet and-"

"Let's just go Robyn." Marshall cut me off, placing his hand on the small of my back. My body felt as if it was in shock from his touch, and I didn't know how to react at first. I blinked a few times to fix my gaping eyes and then looked back at him. He looked tired, and I suddenly felt horrible for bothering him so late in the day.