It's been a while since I've written a story, and it's been popping into my head, so I've decided to do another very rare appearance on fanfiction. So do enjoy. All criticism is welcomed... Or not This story is mainly fiction, but there is some truth to it. Those who know me, know where the truth is. Prologue Ever wondered what life would be like if you just packed up all your crap, hopped in a pickup truck,and just drove away? Well, I do, so I have left the only place I've known as 'home'. I went by Sami all my life, and if you were to ask anybody here, they wouldn't say anything good. I'm known as a violent abused kid. A girl who would probably spend more time in jail than at home. Well, none of that is false, I'd like to say it was, but believe it or not, by the time I was 21, I've been arrested 6 times for violence mainly towards my drunk step father, and some people I've known. Honestly, I couldn't take it, so I left. This is my trip, and I'm going to document my road to freedom. Leaving New York Monday July 1st My clothes are finally packed, and almost everything is ready to go with the acception of my goodbye letter. So I quickly search for a pen and a piece of paper in the mess of what will soon be my former room. Mom, Bro, And Loser, I can't take it anymore, I have decided to finally leave here once and for all. I got money saved up, my phone number is changed. Don't expect to hear from me with the exception from a phone in a bar out of here. I won't be back, ever. I need change, and this place, and the abuse, won't do it. So my truck is gased up, and I'll be gone before y'all wake up. Bro, I love you, I'll keep in touch, promise. Peace, Love Sam Never will I ever be so sure of my destination, but it's been my time to go for a few years now. I quickly move throughout the house, taping the note to the fridge, grabbing soda, and quietly unlocking the door and opening it. I quietly drop my bags on the porch, and pull the door shut and twist my key to lock the door. I grab my bags, and walk down the 4 stairs to my truck. My bags are tossed in the back of my 2013 black Chevy Silverado, and I jump in my truck and start it up. The engine gets revved a few times before I buckle up and drive. If anything I am really glad to be leaving behind is my past. My future is bright, and here it seems so bleak. I know the saying haters are your biggest fans. Yeah well, my so called haters, are these things called my friends. Yeah, I know it sounds bad, but whatever. My mind is in such a whirlwind as I turn on I90 and drive south with Eminem blasting from my stereo, and a large black coffee in the cup holder. If this is exactly what freedom feels like, then I think I'm going to love this. Okay, Prologue, and first chapter. Is it good, is it bad, or what? Should I keep going, cause it's all up to you. βεяяγ
Erie Penn. 8:45am Officially, just as I was driving into this crappy city, I already really hate it. Coffee is no longer keeping me awake, and it's about time for a nap, but I honestly don't know if I really care for this town, but it's a place to sleep. I'm possibly so cheap, I refuse to rent a hotel room, so my truck will have to do. Under my seat lays a 9mm just incase of anything stupid happening. I make sure the engine is cut, and I try to get as comfortable as I can in a 2 seat truck. 1:23pm The nap officially sucked, and I think I have a kink in my neck trying to use the center console as a pillow. I turn the key in the ignition, and open the door to stretch out the pain which is starting to become unbareable. I hop back in my truck, and try to find a song on my phone. Looks like it's Love The Way You Lie by Eminem and Rihanna. By far, this has to be my favorite song. I pull out of the parking ramp, and drive around aimlessly to try and find some food considering, I haven't eaten anything in about a day and a half. Yes, I know what your thinking, that's bad for you, but blah, I don't care. Eventually, I find a McDonalds, and make my way through the drive thru. 2 Double cheeseburgers no mustard extra mayo, a large fry, and a black coffee. Best lunch I had in quite a long time, and did I mention, cheap? No? Well I did now. As I eat my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I contemplate whether if I'm going to go south, or go west. Guess it's going to come down to a flip of a coin. Also, need to gas up somewhere along the road because 18mpg hwy really isn't that great. Thinking Ohio, cause I'd love to eventually see Chicago. I mean c'mon, it's Chi Town who wouldn't want to see that wonderful place? My goal is to eventually make it to California, and to tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure why, but it looks like a beautiful place. It would be a good place to be, I hope. Far enough away from the parents, far enough away from the issues of New York. Probably close to a beach, or something. But, now it's time to drive into Cleveland, get some rest, and some more food. Cleveland Ohio 11:45pm Welcome to Cleveland lovlies. From first glance, even at night, this place don't look too bad, but looks could be highly deceiving. Think tonight, I'm going to rent a motel for the night, cause apparently not far off the highway there's a Motel 6; They DO leave the light on for you. Yes, I just laughed at that. A good night's sleep would do for once but you and I both know, I'll be up before the rooster crow of the morning. I pull my truck in the parking lot and cut off the engine. I hop out of the truck with phone and charger in hand. My arm swipes the door, and it slams shut with a thud. The office is located 3 doors away from my truck, so it's a bit convienient. A room for a night, 45$. Yes, I love cheap. My mother obviously taught me very well to manage my expenses. Guess it's really time to mosey to the room, take a shower and go take a legit sleep. Crappy update. My mind has been full of vodka for the past few days. So, I apologize for any minimalistic mistakes that I must have made. Any suggestions for cities after Chicago? Also, thinking about interactions coming sometime through this story. So, Anybody really want to be in my crappy ass story? xD βεяяγ
Cleveland OH 10:03am 7/3/13 The first anything anybody does when they first wake up is stretch right? I do believe so, but, I'm odd, I unlock my phone, and glance at the time. "UGGGHHHH" comes out my lips very loudly, and I pull the covers over my head and try to close my eyes again, only to not meet the wonderful world of sleep. It evades me, at the most needed times, and wants to come when I know I need to stay awake like taking the freeway at 65mph at night. Last thing I want to do is cause any crashes cause I know I don't need that crap. Eventually, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and get onto my feet to grab a suitcase. So, I pick it up and drop it on the bed as I fish for a pair of jeans, a shirt, and undergarments. After 10 minutes, I eventually settle with Neon Green skinnies, a black cami, and my favorite bra. Quickly I pull off my 2 day old clothes and slide into my jeans, and as if clockwork, slide on the bra and cami. I unbury my cash from the bottom of that same suitcase and quickly count it. 10g's won't get me very far when it takes over 100 to fill my tank. I grab out 300, and shove it down into my pocket and put it back in it's hidden spot and zip up the suitcase. My hand searches for the black leather flats that I simply adore. They find my hands and I grab them and slip them onto my feet. My phone and charger are the first thing that I grab off the nightstand and slide the phone into my right back pocket, and grab the suitcase and the key. I open the door, and walk out into the pouring rain. As if subconsciencely my pale blue eyes begin to roll as i make my way back to the office to return my key. Since the rain doesn't seem to let up any time soon, I skurry to the truck and over to the passenger side door. I press the unlock button on the key and open the door so I can toss my suitcase on the seat. Before slamming the door shut, I grab my last 12oz coke from the floor and chug it down. The door gets shut as I burp, and run to the drivers side and jump in and start up my baby. Before leaving, I find a gas station, because I know I'm not that lucky to even make it to the state line with a quarter tank. $85 to fill her up, and also a big bag of spicy nacho doritos, and a large coffee. Now I'm all set to continue my journey to Indianapolis. Indianapolis IN 1:00pm Already loving this city, and I've been here for aproximately 20 minutes. At the moment, I'm sitting in a bar drinking a jack and coke, writing in this lovely journal, and talking to this smoking hot female. Her name is Jess. She's about 5'4 if not less, the longest blondest hair you could ever dream of, brown eyes that remind me so much of chocolate, and the best part, she's curvy. I catch myself glancing out of the corner of my eye tempted to touch her hair, and her cheek. She's only here on a business affair and she'd be going back to Tennessee. She grabs my hand and I grab my phone and my drink from the bar and we make our way to a little more secluded spot away from people. I sit down on a chair, and she sits on the one opposite of me and she smiles the biggest smile. "Writing anything good? I know I sound a bit nosey, but, I'm so curious." She sips on her Corona and looks at me. "Actually, just documenting my trip. Saving me from insanity." I laugh, for no reason and then shut up mid laugh. It's not like I'm a little bit nuts.. Or am I? "That actually sounds pretty cool. Where are you from and heading?" Her hand slowly moves over towards mine and I pull mine away and turn bright red. We continue to talk for what seems like forever. It's just so sweet that we could just talk, about anything. I could tell shes drunk already and she needs a nap. I make it up to the bartender, and he calls a cab for her. We quickly exchange phone numbers and she went on her way. I finish my 3rd jack and coke, and finally get out of there 6 hours later. Theres a good possibility that I will probably get a hotel room tonight, we'll see. I unlock my truck, open the door, and get in and shut it. My truck revvs up beautifully, and I back out of the parking lot and drive to the nearest hotel so I don't get caught buzzed driving. A few miles down the road I spot a holiday inn, and I stop there to get a room. I pull into a parking spot, cut the engine, grab my suitcase, and prepare for a full night sleep. 2 updates in one day?! Le gasp. Will be spending a day or so to brainstorm ideas. βεяяγ[/red]
Indianapolis IN 6am So, I had like 3 hours of sleep last night, and believe it or not, it was probably the most fulfilling sleep I've had in quite sometime. I've been up since 2am, did my sit ups and squats that I've been not doing for the past few days. Not sure if I hate that idea or not, but I think I need to keep up my quote unquote physical appearance. Not like I have much of one anyways. But I guess I should try. For some reason, instead of a shower this morning, a bath sounded better, with bubbles. Yes, 5 year old mode activated. A Santa beard, and a fake santa hat was the first thing I did. Guess it had to have been funny, because laughter was all I heard. At this present point in time, I'm sitting on the bed with a towel around my waist, and my light brown hair still dripping on my hair covered breasts. What's there really to do here? I mean I know I haven't stuck around somewhere long enough to actually look around, and get a feel for the cities I've been in, even before I left my Mom's. So, I might actually spend a couple days here, and check out the city, even though Chicago is 3 hours away, but I guess it's time. My wardrobe is sprawled out all over the bed, quickly searching for clothes to wear. I'm one of those girls that could be standing in a walk in, with clothes all around, and still have nothing to wear. Eventually I settle for a red and black plaid mini skirt, a black shirt, and undergarments. As I quickly get dressed, I search things to do in this city. First stop is Fountain Square. Antique shopping is probably my favorite thing to do, but since I'm living motel to motel, guess it's window shopping. After I finally get dressed, I grab the key, money, and quickly mapquest the directions. Since it's not that far, I decide to walk. But not before I pack up a purse, and grab my 'friend' from under the passenger seat of my truck. Guess I'm really going to spend at least an extra day here, so I locate the manager of this place and pay for another night. I slip my headphones into the spot on my iPhone, and skim through music, because I'm so horrible in finding music. So now it's time to head south down the street, and I should find this place. Everywhere I turn, I get whistles, and 'work it gurl', and of course other provocative terms. Every time, subconsciously my eyes roll, and as stupid as it sounds, I blush. So, I keep my music low so I could pay attention to my surroundings. There's arguing over my left shoulder, and I turn down the first street and ignore those two. I feel a tug on the bottom of my skirt, and of course, my paranoia runs wild like Hulk Hogan's ego. So of course I turn around and come face to face with somebody from my past. My fists clench in front of me, just like they do in UFC. His fists clench also, and he moves closer and grabs the bottom of my shirt with one hand, and brings his other back like he's going to sock me. Okay, crappy ass update, but I've been very busy with work, and now I'm trying to figure out other stuff at work, so my mind has been literally preoccupied. Buuuuut, I have a day off tomorrow also, so we could expect the second part to this. Don't hold me to it though guys. βεяяγ[color] Not responsible for any violent tendancies, or misusing of anything. Nobody was hurt in the making of this story. All bb code fails, to be taken up with me later.
Le update coming sometime today before I forget. With no bb code fails I hope this time. If anybody else is reading this, quit the lurking, and say something. I don't bite.
Still In Indy 9am-ish This guy's arm met the jaw of my face before I even reconized him. Thanks to all my fighting, there's no glass bone in my body. His fist connected with a loud pop, and I stumble out of his grasp and fall down to my knees, and my face is within arms reach to every man's sweet spot. So, as any smart person knows, that's the easiest place to hit a guy, especially when you want to get away. Next thing I know, my purse is in my hand as his fist connects to my face again. Before I could grasp my purse firmly, I slammed it right in his jewels, and watched him fall. I quickly stumbled to my feet, and propped one foot to his chest, and lifted it up, and slammed my size 8 foot down onto his rib cage as hard as I could, once. Then both of my feet are on the ground and his head becomes my next target. Just like any good kicker in football does, they aim their target just right, so I swing my left foot back and slam it into the side of his face. After my little rage, I came out of my blackout, and noticed we had a crowd. Crowd means phone calls, phone calls mean cops, and I do not fare well with cops. I turn on the heals of my feet and bolt it in the direction of the motel. As soon as I reach property, I quickly fumble for my key, and open the door, and I quickly slam the door shut, and lock it before sliding down to the floor. Yes, my attacker and I have a tad bit of a past. Not a very good past either, but a past nonetheless. His name is Tony, short for Antonio. We haven't laid eyes on each other in a good 5 years. 6 months of a relationship that I hate reliving. He was highly addicted to heroin at the time, and when he tweaked, he got violent. When I drank I got violent. There wasn't one day when we didn't have to answer to the cops. Eventually they said enough is enough, sent my ass back to my mothers, and him to long term rehab because his drug use was apparent throughout the community. He had broken my nose right before they showed up, and boy did that hurt to pop it back into place. Apparently after he got out of rehab he moved here. His homies back home didn't tell that to me when I left. Thanks a lot guys, but what could I do? So, I make it back to my feet without getting light headed and make my way to the bathroom. The light switch gets flipped on with my elbow, and I look in the mirror. My jaw is still bright red, and of course, the last place he hit me is right under my eye. So of course it's black, and a bit swolen. I sure hope he's going to hurt a lot more than I do right now. I shut off the light, and make my way back to the bed and curl up in a ball and drift off into nothingness. Okay, Update. Should have one or two more for Saturday or even late Friday. Don't hold me to it. Yes, the character of Antonio does portray somebody in my past to an extent. Name has been changed to protect the innocent. Any thoughts? βεяяγ Disclaimer: I Ashliee, do not condone any violence towards women, children or each other. So please, do not try and be like Sami and fight men bigger than yourself, because it does NOT work in your favor.
This gives a very good perespective of this person telling the story. I would suggest more details, because I crave for those, sorry. Anyway, I'm enjoying this read, and bump this all the way girl.