~ You’d Pick Up A Total Stranger? ~
I was walking along the street side. I got quite a few honks during my marathon of a walk. It seemed to never end. [the walking]
After what seemed like forever, I resorted to hitch hiking.
{About a half hour later}
Wasn’t working.
My arm was a little tired so I let it fall back to my side.
I resumed walking forward to nowhere.
I still didn’t know where I was, the scenery changed barely. It still looked like a road to me.
I guessed it was just a passing road though because there weren’t very many cars traveling.
I felt more alone than, I think, ever. Except, maybe, with my father.
But then again, what I felt with my father wasn’t really loneliness, it was more of him being everywhere. I felt more scared and unsafe than anything else.
I noticed beside me a car had slowed.
A window rolled down.
It was a cute car. I think it was an orange bus-like car.
I wish I could drive. I mean, I know I was only 14 but I wanted to drive so I could get far far away from all of the suction and the painful memories that formed from my mom.
“Hello miss?” A man asked. He sounded to be British maybe?
“Yes?” I responded.
“Where are you headed? You look kind of lost.” The man said. I couldn’t make out his face. It was a bit annoying.
“I don’t know where Im going.” I murmured quietly.
“So you’re lost?” I shook my head.
“No. I don’t have a destination at the moment.” I said.
“oh.” Was all he said.
Assuming that the conversation had ended already I continued my long, never ending walk.
The car kept up with me.
I stopped and as did the car.
“And…” I began.
“And nothing. Get in the car, we’ll take you to a hotel or something.” The guy said.
“So, let me get this straight. Not knowing if I was a serial killer or if I was a thief, you’d pick up a total and complete stranger who you know nothing about.”
“Yes that is the definition of stranger...” Another man said from the orange bus.
The man up in the front shushed him and continued to talk to me.
“Just get in the car and we’ll take you to some hotel or something.”
This time I obeyed the man. He didn’t seem like he would’ve let me walk away from the bus.
One of the side doors opened for me. I entered.
Three other men sat in the back adjacent to me.
“So what is this? An orgy? Sorry, but Im not really in the mood for some steamy, sweaty orgasms followed by five men. It probably wont happen unless you like sex with 14 year old pregnant girls.”
I barely whispered the last sentence but apparently one of them heard me clearly.
“AWE!! Who’s the father?!” One of them exclaimed. He jumped from his seat practically onto my lap.
“That’s Louis. He’s the leader... Sort of... He’s just the wild and crazy one of the group.” Another one of the boys informed me.
They were all pretty good looking.
I was drooling!
“So, who’s the father of this child to be?” The one called Louis re-asked.
I sighed. “I don’t know the father. I was raped.” I lied.
I really was raped but I do know who the father is. I know him fairly well.
They gasped.
Yup.
