I don't know where I'm going, I stopped paying attention a few miles back. I've been ignoring the fire burning within my lungs as I run. I haven't stopped since I started, I can't. The pain is too intense to think about what he had said about me. I don't want to remember anymore. I shouldn't have come on this stupid trip with them. I could be with people who actually care about me. I feel tears swell up in the brim of my eyes as my pace increases. *quot;Don't think about it! Just forget!*quot; I beg myself as my eyes roam around my surroundings. I don't know where I am, I have no idea. I see a few lights out in the distance, and I find myself running faster, trying to reach the lights. I breathe in and I breathe out, the tears now freely streaming down my cheeks. *quot;Hey! Do you need a ride somewhere?*quot; A voice calls out from behind me. Turning around I have to squint my eyes from the bright headlights burning into my clothes. I see a dark blue colored Ford Escape with a tinted windshield making it hard to identify it's driver. I feel my gut tense up and imaginary warning sighs
escort flash in front of my eyes. *quot;Ummm, no thank you. I'm almost there. Thank you though.*quot; I say, my voice shaking with nervousness as I turn around and begin to run towards the town lights in the distance. *quot;Seriously, a girl like you could get hurt out here. Just let me give you a ride. It's like a mile into town.*quot; I hear his tires crunch against the road and I hear the voice shout again. I glance over and I see a man with dark sunglasses, even though it's almost eight o'clock at night. Spiked hair and white, straight teeth. I sigh and I roll my eyes, *quot;I've had a hard night and I came out for a run. I don't need a ride. Please just go.*quot; I clench my teeth and I silently pray that the driver will just get annoyed with my stubbornness and drive away. No chance, *quot;I would never forgive myself if I see something on the news about a girl getting kidnapped or something terrible. Just get in the car. I don't bite.*quot; I take a deep breath and I shake my head but my feet disobey and begin walking
bayan escort over to the passenger side of his Ford Escape. I open the door and the fresh scent of smoke makes me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I sigh and I duck my head as I enter his car, sitting down. *quot;See that wasn't to bad now was it?*quot; The driver grins and I can't help but roll my eyes. I press the button on the door signaling for the window to roll down. I move my head to the fresh air and I breathe in the uncontaminated air. *quot;Sorry about the smoke smell. I had a friend in here earlier and he just started chain smoking.*quot; I nod and I clench my hands over my thighs as memories threaten to reemerge to the surface. Chandler would always smoke almost two packs a day. He said it helped ease his conscience. He would hold me to his chest while he smoked, exhaling directly into my face. I shiver at the thought and I force back a cough. *quot;I'm Ben, by the way.*quot; *quot;Grace,*quot; I whisper, looking out the window as I see the town lights coming closer and closer into view. *quot;Grace, what are you looking
escort bayan for? A gas station or a grocery store?*quot; Ben asks. I frown and I shake my head, *quot;Neither, somewhere to stay for the night. Hotel or a motel.*quot; *quot;Sorry darlin' there isn't a hotel or motel for miles into the city.*quot; I mutter a just audible curse and I run my fingers angrily through my hair, making my pony tail come partially undone. What was I going to do? I couldn't go back to the bus and witness all the guys talking about me like a lost charity case. I don't know how much longer I can stand the smell of smoke. *quot;I'm screwed,*quot; I mumble. *quot;Do you want me to take you back where you came from or do you want me to drive you to the nearest hotel?*quot; *quot;No, I can't go back. I uh had a fight with my... boyfriend and a few friends,*quot; I lie, biting the inside of my cheek. *quot;Ah, nearest hotel it is,*quot; Ben assumes and begins to increase his speed. *quot;No-*quot; I begin but I'm cut off almost instantly. *quot;I want to. Pretty girl like you shouldn't be on her own, even after a fight with a boyfriend and some friends.*quot; *quot;There's no stopping you is there?*quot; I ask. I see him shake his head and I let out a long breath, before muttering another curse under my breath. *quot;Thanks, I guess. I'll pay you for all the gas and whatever,*quot; I shrug. *quot;Nah, you don't have too.