Chance Encounters →
“C’mon...C’mon, just five more minutes, I mean don’t people always say cars can go at least thirty minutes once past empty...And your dead. Of course.” Smacking her hand against the steering wheel of her beat up truck Jamie took a few moments to compose herself, all that deep breathing and other sorts of crap, truly it never worked but she figured if she at least tried then she could justify it later if she ended up lashing out anyway.
Truly being a runaway was not as glamorous as the movies always made it seem. Though the freedom and being able to go wherever she wanted and do whatever she wanted was liberating, the fact food was scarce, human beings (men especially) were truly awful, and the washing her hair in sinks was a big downside. But it could be worse, it had been worse.
Even though she’d only ever met one good one her entire life, the one thing Jamie did love about men was how predictable they were. After all she wouldn’t have gotten by on her own for almost three months now if it wasn’t for the fact that all you had to do was flirt with a guy and he’d give you whatever you wanted. Well flirt and maybe the odd sexual favor now and then but most of the time she could hit them (literally) and run before things got that far.
But being stuck out in the middle of literally no where Jamie knew her chances were slim to do some flirting to get to a gas station and considering the clouds rolling in and the thunder she was starting to hear creeping up, she wasn’t going anywhere tonight.
With a deep sigh she crawled into the backseat of her truck, grabbing her thin hoodie and tugging it on as she plopped down against the seats. This would be fine, she could just listen to the rain, get some rest and then go walking for gas in the morning, everything would be great! Piece of cake!
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It most definitely had not been a piece of cake as hours later the rain still hadn’t let up, the candle she had long ago put in her truck was no where to be found and now Jamie had reached the teeth chattering level of cold.
Glancing out the window she squinted a little as she noticed what looked like the flicker of lights in the distance, be it candle or electric she wasn’t sure, but judging by the strength of the storm she was guessing candle.
The way she saw it she had two options, either stay here and freeze or go see where the light was actually coming from and hope that she could talk her way into at least being inside for a few minutes, or until the storm let up.
With a deep sigh she leaned down to grab her backpack, reaching for her make up bag she paused, taking note of the way the rain was literally pounding against the roof of her truck she figured trying to put on a ‘fresh face’ wasn’t going to help her as it would all run by the time she even got where she was going to.
Tugging her hood on to her head she gave herself a small mental pep talk before opening the door and climbing out of the truck, slinging her backpack over her shoulders she instantly stuffed her hands into her pockets and made a b-line for where she’d seen the light coming from a few miles up the road.
Once she was actually closer to the property she noticed how quaint it was, quaint but massive. Surely they had to have gas somewhere here, maybe things were finally going to start looking up.
She’d wanted to peek through the windows to assess the situation and just what, or who she was going to be dealing with but her shoes, jeans and hoodie were soaked just from the mad dash over there and the many muddy puddles she’d stepped in trying to get down the driveway, so she didn’t have time to scope things out. Stepping on to the porch she knocked on the door, instantly stuffing her hands back into her front pockets and rocking quickly back and forth, attempting to hold on to the bit of warmth she had left.