The Roadtrip

prolouge

INTO THE CINEMA :

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fuck it was so hot. jesus
i should've picked a better time to do this. but then again did i have a choice?
texas, the familiarity surrounded me as i drove through the north.

West Hallow

what a sleepy little town. with sleepy stores and sleepy people

a diner

i rolled into the parking lot and parked my sleek blue car. i looked out my drivers side.
window and into the building.

damn

"hello, table for one?"

inside was familiar but different, it had the diner theme but one i had never seen before. my head peered for the pussy i saw
earlier. through my drivers side window.

i sat down at the table.
a pretty smile.

"hi, i'm maria,"

will wellington

I remember the day he walked into the diner. I hadn't been paying attention all day until the moment he stepped in. It had been a slow day after all. Tuesday afternoon and barely any customers.
If I had known what would've happened within the next few minutes I would've never agreed to take him on as a customer. I mean, I suppose it was greed that had led me there. I watched him pull up in a 1970's Mustang, blue, shiny, and sleek. Such a car could only warrant a heavy tip.

I was a waitress four hours into an eight hour shift. He was a good looking boy who had wandered into the diner. Nothing seemed too dangerous about him. In fact the only dangerous thing was me. Approaching him with a dazzling smile wanting nothing more then to conquer what he had in his wallet. The tables turned very quickly though. His innocent demeanor shifted almost too easily. One minute he was grazing the menu. The next minute he pulled out a gun.