"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just gonna take a little road trip,"
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Maria Robbins is a hostage for one of the nations most wanted fugitives. The only hostage to a calculated robber who has made national headlines by being able to meticulously ou...
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The early morning heat was starting to become a real hindrance. It was so hot. I checked the clock. It was only eight.
We had been driving for a little while now, about two hours had gone by after robbing the second diner. I was leaning against the window trying to fight the sleep was was overtaking me. I felt like I could sleep better now that my hands were no longer tied up. I don't know why he never taped them again but I think he knew I wouldn't try anything anymore. I had been worn down, no more fight left in me.
He glanced over at me again. He had been doing so very often, I had gotten used to it.
I felt my lids grow heavier. Eventually shutting closed as I unwillingly drifted off to sleep.
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"Mariaaa," Someone sang softly, gently jostling me around. "Mariaaaaa, wake up," The voice sang again My eyes fluttered open, it was dark. I looked over to meet his eyes. He smiled, "Its time to get up, we need to clean ourselves up," He said. I looked around. A dusty unpaved lot is where he parked our car. On one end was a little building with fairy lights decorating the outside. On the other end was a gas station. At the gas station there was another small building right beside it. The ground around it had been paved, water seemed to soak it, it was coming from inside the building. Flowing from the door.
"C'mon," He said opening his door. I followed him and stepped outside. He carried a bag with him. It wasn't like the little plastic bags we had been using and collecting. It was a large plastic bag with a department store logo across it. Did we stop somewhere?
I followed him and we began walking to the smaller building beside the gas station. I started to notice the abundant amount of trucks around us. It was truck stop. There were men sitting on the pavement curb outside the smaller building with towels around their waists, shirtless and smoking cigarettes. As we got closer I read the sign.
Locker room 10$ for 10 minutes of water
I understood. I was in dire need of a shower. But I wasn't comfortable with this. Was it completely open? I didn't want to shower in front of others. Especially what seemed to be a crowd of only men. I got more nervous as we got closer.
