Hitch Hiking

Clarke maintained her walk, making sure it was slightly uptight. She had dyed her hair black after cutting it then changed her clothes. She now looked like a church girl albeit a bit bigger. Her glasses made sure to hide her eyes to anyone not keen enough. All she needed was a new ID and she could probably even enter a police station as she was. But, she needed to get out of New York and probably head to a new city or state. He job in entering the FBI most wanted was a success and now, it was time to make sure she stays on that list as an alive member. The hard work is just beginning!

She could go to a bus station because she was sure the police would be looking. The airport and train station were a no brainer. So, she could only think about one way, hitch hiking. She was standing in front of a bar in the suburbs of New York where a lot of trucks were parked, the perfect place to get a ride and if she was a normal girl, probably raped. She saw a truck driver about to get into his so she decided to try her luck.

"Excuse me, mister?" she called out. The slightly drunk man turned to look at her and was quite stunned.

"Well, aren't you a beautiful miss," the man said with a slightly lecherous face. Clarke pretended to be intimidated by him.

"Sorry for disturbing you, mister. I was just wondering whether you are going South to California," she said, clutching her bag to her chest, acting the part of a timid girl.

"California, huh? Why's a nice girl like you heading to California?" the man asked, coming closer. Clarke's sensitive nose could smell the alcohol in his breath quite strongly it almost made her gag.

"My church group left me alone. We were going at a seminar from Alaska but they must have forgotten I am not with them and left me in New York," Clarke answered.

"I am going to California, Miss. What are you offering for the ride?"

"I...I have money, I can pay," Clarke said, eagerly as she opened her purse.

"No no no, I have no need for money. We can come up with a form of payment when we arrive. C'mon in," the truck driver said and got in behind the wheel. Clarke went around and got onto the passenger's seat.

"What's your name, miss?" the driver asked her.

"Anna Popovitch," Clarke answered.

"Quite the unique name you have there. Mine's Derrick, but my friends call me Claw," the driver introduced himself.

'One week, a whole week of this horny bastard trying to feel me, sniff me or even taste my sweat, yes I have seen him! One week of just tolerating it and it finally paid off. I am now in Los Angeles, California and I can ditch this creep,' Clarke thought to herself. The driver was more chipper than usual and she knew why when he parked the truck at an abandoned gas station. He unbuckled his belt and looked at her expectantly.

"What are you doing?" Clarke asked him.

"This is the time for payment, little miss. I want you to give me the best blow job of my life or I will leave your ass right here," the man said, barely keeping his excitement down.

"Yeah, not gonna happen," Clarke said with a predatory smile. The driver's face contorted into fury and his hands shot out to get hold of her head only to find his fingers interlocked with hers in a death grip. She gave a small squeeze that made him cry out in pain.

"I have no love for someone who looks at me with eyes like yours. Your disgusting look you gave my ass whenever I bent over or the lecherous look you had whenever I went to the bathroom! Thank you for bringing me to California but it seems our journey has ended and your free trial of life has come to an end," she said before letting him go, getting hold of his head with one hand then slamming it over and over again onto the steering wheel till it was nothing but a mess!

That done, she got out of the truck, took a jerrican filled with gas and poured it all over the truck. The driver was too dumb to notice that she never touched the truck without covering her palm with a piece of cloth. Once the whole truck had been doused with gas, she took his lighter and lit the truck on fire before walking away.

The desert sun of California was not merciful luckily she was built different. Even after a three hours walk, she did not feel the heat enough to start sweating which amazed her. She was a little thirsty though but not enough to make her start having mirages. It was then that a convertible with three party girls stopped in front of him.

"Girl, you look like you need a lift," one of them said. (A/N: I was about to use the American slang but thought some of you might not understand so I might use formal.)

"A ride would be great but I wouldn't want to impose," Clarke said, hoping to dissuade them. These types of girls are the last thing she needed. They will want her to try some make up, do her hair, drink water, making her leave behind evidence which might accidentally end up in the police and they will know she was in Los Angeles.

"Impose? Girls gotta stick together. If something happens to you and we knew that we left you behind we would never forgive ourselves," the driver shouted. Clarke gave them one last look and decided to go with them. Why? They might even bring her more trouble by running their mouths about a girl wouldn't take a ride with them then an officer feeling generous would come to pick her up. She didn't have ID and so she would end up killing the cop, bringing her more trouble before she could settle in.

"Well, thank you very much," she said as she got into the back seat.

"That's the way, girl. How did you end up in the middle of nowhere?"

"My boyfriend ditched me after driving all the way from DC," Clarke answered.

"Boys, boys, boys!" the one on the front passenger seat hissed. "You know, they are the reason why we took a few days out. One of them had the idea to break our friend's heart so we took her for a road trip. Well, the trip ended when she fell in love with another one!" Clarke was fascinated by that. To take a road trip to cure a love sick friend only for the friend to love again!

"That's a bitch move!" Clarke decided to weigh in, what they answered would probably make them live when she was done with them.

"Exactly! That's why we left her tramp ass back there. What's your name, new girl?"

"Emilia Handerson," Clarke answered.

"Emilia, my name's Sophy, the driver is Lori and the one beside is Jenny. Nice to meet you," the girl beside her introduced them.

The ride was not as bad as she thought it would be. His male side thought they would start gossiping about boys and all that but they were pretty much chill, talking about their vacation, pets, houses and sometimes work. Clarke decided to just listen and map it out Incase one of them decided to go snitching.

"It's getting late, we should book a motel," Lori said when they saw a Motel sign.

"You guys go ahead. I'm afraid I'm low on cash, I'll sleep in the car if you'd like," Clarke told them.

"No way! You're a friend now, no way in hell we'll let you sleep in such an uncomfortable place. We'll book a two bed room and will sleep two on each bed. Don't worry, we'll cover dinner and breakfast," Jenny persuaded her.

"Wow, if you'd do that I would be very thankful," Clarke said in awe at their generosity. They drove into the motel and parked at the parking lot. As they got out, Clarke noticed three men looking towards them intensely from a pick up truck. She frowned a little bit as her mind came up with ways to take them down. Her information must not freely spread without her knowing.

"I'm gonna go check in," Lori said and headed to the booking desk. The other two girls started stretching, probably tired after a long ass drive and she couldn't blame them. After a few minutes, Lori came back with the keys and led them to the room.

"Wow, it's slightly bigger than my closet," Sophy said, unknowingly dealing Clarke a critical hit. The room was big, big as a middle family's living room! That kind of room can only be compared to a closet? Shit, this girl is loaded.

"Mine's a bit smaller but definitely," Lori added the damage.

"You guys are exaggerating, our closets are definitely bigger," Jenny dealt the KO. "Are you alright, Emilia?"

"Sorry, I spaced out there. Might be because we are living in your closets," Clarke answered a little out of breath. She had heard of sayings like filthy rich but this is the first time she had seen it! The girls laughed dismissively then they decided to take a shower.

"You girls go ahead, I'll get some soda," Clarke said. She had some possibly cops to take care of.