Texas Darkness

03 - Dirty

I awakened with a rooted, dark feeling. I jolted up from a deep slumber; sweat is dripping down my face and back as I moved. I was dreaming, only this time it was a nightmare. I cursed myself for being so weak. I let it get this way I let people inside my walls and now I felt things. I felt bad.

The soft light is shining thru the front and only window as the small dingy drapes move a slightly with a gentle breeze. Where this breeze is coming from I don’t know but I just see them moving.

My only thoughts before I hear a banging on the old wood door, are how did I get here.. to this point in life.

“Bang-”  There is aloud noise on the other side of the door which goes on for a second or two before stopping. I stand up and button up my jeans. I had undone them to sleep.  My white top is loosely hanging on my frame and the sheer cover I took off and discarded on the floor when I went to sleep.

“Bang!” the noise starts again. I don’t know who it would be considering nobody knows I’m here but the friendly rapist guy in that chair last night and the nasty desk dude. I grab my gun from the night stand and turn the safety off.

I look thru the tiny dirty peep hole to see the nasty guy from the desk grinning at me thru the hole.

“Open UP!” he shouts, smiling some more.

I unlock the door slowly and shift it open keeping the gun behind the door.

“Yes?” I ask, rubbing my eyes slightly at the bright light.

“Hey darlin’” he says drawing on the ending. “Boss said that he wants to know if you’ll be staying more then two nights or not?”

“I told you I only needed the one night.” I said exasperated.

“You sure you don’t want to stick around and get a drink sometime honey?” he leered at my body.

“yeah- no I’m good.” I replied coolly, moving to slam the door in his face only to have him put his boot into the door and jamming it.

He moves quicker then I thought he would and the door is shoved open and I’m throwing back towards the wall my hand with the gun is stuck behind the door and his hands are pushing me into the wall.

“I don’t think you’re all that “good” baby girl.” He sneers into my ear.

“You don’t know anything about me. Mister.” I shout, as he starts to move his hands over to my hips. “Get off me!”

“No way honey.” He growls. “ I ain’t seen a girl as pretty as you around here for a while.”

“I’m warning you… GET off me!” I yell trying to dislodge my hand from behind the door with the gun. Trying to push him back with my free hand.

His hands grab onto the loops on my jeans and he pulls me over away from the wall tossing my around as I flop on the bed, the gun is free from the wall and its prison and that’s when he notices it, stopping in mid stride.

“Woaah” he says putting his hands up.

“I told you to get off me.” I say pulling myself up by my body, I have both my hands holding and supporting the gun as I put my finger on the trigger and start like I’m going to pull it back.

“HEY!- Hold on..Woah..Honey..” he says backing up slightly. I stand, putting my feet on the ground.

“Don’t move.” I reply. “Get down on the ground now, you piece of sh*t, and put your face into that disgusting carpet.”

“O-Okay, I’m sorry honey don’t shhoot.” He says bending down and crawling to the floor, he puts his face down towards the carpet and pauses.

“DON’T call me Honey! You nasty bastard.. Yeah I wouldn’t want to put my face on that sh*t either but considering you were going to hurt me and whatnot I don’t give a sh*t. –PUT-YOUR-FACE-DOWN-NOW!” I say ending with a shout.

“Imm Soorry- don’t shhhhoot me” he says putting his face into the carpet.

“Don’t MOVE.” I say moving over to the left to grab my boots from the floor, I slip my feet into the unlaced leather boots and lean over slightly keeping the gun trained on my unhappy new friend. I grab my bag and move the gun to put it over my shoulder.

“Serves you right if I shoot you, you nasty piece of sh*t, that how you normally treat a women?!” I sneer at him bring my self around and putting the gun closer to him.

“Don’t shooot me.”  He sobs into the dingy carpet.

“If you move I’ll shoot you.” I reply. “Next time you think about hurting a girl I want you to remember me.”

I swing my leg back and kick him in his ribs; he grunts in pain and groans loudly. I walk back slowly towards the door and walk out backwards until I round the edge and take off running for my car.

Way to stay Anonymous Mia.

I rounded the drivers’ door grabbing my keys as I ran and got inside, I turned the engine to life and sped out of the parking lot, I put the gun on the passengers seat and drove down the highway back towards home. I needed to go home. I needed to find Adam. I did not want to keep doing this.

I needed him. I didn’t want to be this alone.

I drove for hours, stopping only for gas and a bathroom break at a rest stop.  I stopped there and changed my clothes into something girly I found in the trunk. I needed to look as different as possible. I found some light pink shorts, and a pink top it wasn’t my normal look, so I figured that would work out well.

I put on a pair of older sneakers I found in the bag as well. They looked old but well taken care of. They were grey with off white laces. They were a little sparkly. Not my taste but that worked in my favor. I put my hair into a braid on the top pulling a bit back here and there and let the back stay down. I looked like your all American Texas teen.

Really, which was what I wanted, for sure. I went thru the bag and found make up. Adam outdid himself. I put some girly colors on my face and called it a day.

I was Melody Johnson, 21 year old college student from Utah.

On a mission to find Adam.

Dead or Alive.

I grabbed the bag and slugged it over my shoulder; taking one last glance at myself in the old mirror. I sighed loudly and made my way out of the rest area bathroom and back to the car. Upon rounding the corner out to the parking lot, I skidded to a stop. I found that the car wasn’t alone.