A/N: Above is a picture of Nicole. She is 5'4 and 110 lbs even. She has an hourglass figure.
"This is it sweetheart", the truck driver who I had hitched a ride with a couple days ago said.
I usually don't do dangerous things like this, but this was my best option. Plus it's not like I'm unarmed.
"Thanks for the ride", I smile.
With that, I hop out of the eighteen wheeler and start walking up to the convenient store the truck driver had dropped me off at.
I have about a hundred bucks left. That leaves me with getting a decent hotel room that doesn't make me fear for my life to sleep in the bed.
After about ten minutes of roaming around, I've found the bottle of whiskey I've been looking for.
I walk up to cash register, and ask the cashier for a pack of menthol Malboral shorts. I gain a questioning look from the cashier.
"How 'bout you show me some I'D sweetheart", the cashier demands.
I pull out my fake ID and hand it to her, "How 'bout you ring the damn things up 'sweetheart' ". I mock her. She then rolls her eyes, but proceeds to ring up the items.
After I've paid for the items, I leave the convenient store. I walk down alongside the road and hold my thumb up hoping to catch a ride to the motel.
After about fifteen minutes, a car slows down and pulls up alongside me. It's a woman, and with no shame she holds a cigarette in her hand.
She rolls down her window, "Where to sweetheart?"
"The nearest motel", I answer.
"Hop in", the woman replies.
At first we sit in silence, but the women then breaks that moment of silence.
"New in town?", the woman asks.
"Is it that obvious?", I remark.
"Not at all, I always pick up hitchhikers", the woman responds sarcastically.
"Ah, I hear that's dangerous. Who knows, maybe I'm a sociopathic murderer", I joke.
"Sure you are", the woman laughs.
"What? Do I not look like a sociopathic murderer?", I question.
"Take it from me sweetheart, you're nowhere near it", the woman replies.
"Do you mind?", I ask waving an unlighted cigarette in my hand.
"Go for it", the woman states.
And so I do. Honestly, I haven't smoked in almost a week due to the fact that the truck driver doesn't smoke. I let out the smoke and and a sigh of relief.
We pull up to the motel, and I get out and walk over to her window.
"Thanks for the ride", I thank her.
"No problem, here's my number. Give it a call if you need anything", the woman gives me a small piece of paper.
"Ok, I'm Nichole by the way", I reply and hold my hand out.
"Gemma", the woman responds and shakes my hand.
"Have a good night Gemma", I call to her while walking away.
"You too Nichole", Gemma added.
With that Gemma drove off, and I continued to walk into the motel.
"Hello, can I get a room. Full size bed only", I asked the woman behind the counter.
"Yeah, that'll be sixty bucks", she replies.
I look in my purse for the rest of the money. What the hell?! It's not there!
"God damn it!", I yell and kick the door. I must have misplaced it somehow.
What the hell am I going to do now?
Just then Gemma's words replay in my head. No, I can't ask that of a random stranger.
Just then, the voice you always get in your head that argues with me tells me that it's my only choice.
Uh! Damn it! Ok!
I look for the paper in my pocket, and sure enough it's there. I dial the number in my prepaid.
"Hello?", Gemma asks.
"Hey Gemma it's Nichole", I state.
I can hear Gemma laugh in the background, "Did you miss me sweetheart?"
"That, and I misplaced the money I needed for my motel room", I reply.
"Ah, so you need a place to stay?", Gemma questions.
"I'm so sorry Gemma. I know it's stupid for me to ask you, and I can understand if you don't trust me", I respond.
"It's fine, I have an extra room at my husbands club. I'll send someone to come get you. Just stay there until they get there", Gemma states.
"Thank you so much! Gemma you're a saint!", I rejoice.
"Don't thank me yet", Gemma says.
"Ok, bye", I reply.
"Bye", Gemma responds.
About ten minutes later a man on a Harley comes pulling up beside me.
I can't really make out what he looks like in the dark of the night.
"Are you Nichole?", the man asks in a husky voice.
"Um, yeah. Did Gemma send you?", I ask.
The man laughs lightly to himself, "Yeah, hop on darlin' ".
With that we ride off.
YOU ARE READING
The Queen
FanfictionNichole is a seventeen year old run away, and one day stumbles into Charming. It was only going to be a temporary thing, until a woman approached her one day. The woman made an offer too good to be true, read to find out if it was.
