Road To Freedom

Still in Indy. Sometime during the day.

Uggggggggggggghhh. So much pain in my poor little face. I could barely see through my swolen black and blue left eye, and could barely talk because my jaw hurts to move, especially when I try to talk. I have absolutely no recollection of the time, but I'm more than positive it's still the same day. Guess I could ask Siri to find out. Still July 4th, but it's only 4:23pm. Must not have been asleep long enough, so I roll over on the clothes covered bed, and toss a shirt over my eyes and try to drift back into dreamland, although, I know my dreams will not come; it never does.

The pain is starting to make me want to pull my hair out, but to avoid losing my hair, I search through my purse for my cover up, and my mirror. Quickly, I apply as much to my eye as possible to dull the darkness. My eye looks a little lighter, due to the shade darker cover up, so it's about time to hop up out this place, and make my way to a nearby liquor store; on my feet of course.

*knock knock knock*

It sounded so much like pounding on the door compared to the classic knock. Guess whoever it is, must be important. I hurry off the bed and over to the peephole to see who it is. A guy with short blueish hair, brown eyes, and sunglasses on his forehead. Kind of clueless at who this could be, so I open the door a crack and size him up a bit, just incase. He looks about 6'3, couldn't be more than 200lbs, and he looks friendly, so I chance it.

"Sorry for bothering you, but, I kind of stalked you back here after that fight with Tony. I've been pacing back and forth trying to think what to say to you, because, you intimidated me, and a few of my boys, and I really like what you did to that ass." He paused and took a drag of his camel cigarette, and eventually exhaled. "Anyways, I'm Greg, and, I kind of want to talk to you more about this issue. It sounds a little suspicious, but, it's just how it came out. I swear on everything I love, I do not work for cops, and I am not a CI, so please, don't look like your going to rip my head off."

"Fine. Give me a minute to put on something better, and I'll be out."

I quickly slam the door in his face, and strip off my skirt, for it only to be replaced by cutoffs. Something I feel a lot more comfortable in, just incase. I open the door amd come face to face with Greg again. Quickly my arm raised up and motioned for him to follow me to the bed of my truck. I pull down the tailgate, and pull my tiny self up, and have a seat. He quickly followed up, and lit up another smoke and offered one up to me. I took it out of his almost full pack and placed it between my lips before he flipped open his Zippo and lit it. It's been a few days since I've had a cigarette because I'm 'trying' to quit.

We both smoke our cigarette in silence and did not make eye contact even once. Fine with me, because this guy might actually not be who he claims he is. I could smell fear and possible snitch radiating off his handsome self. It may not be a big deal to anybody, but back where I'm from, snitches get stitches and all that fun bull. We flick our smokes in unison, and we chat. I tell him only very vague details, and somehow his body language completely shifts from being nervous and scared to actually being comfortable.

I'm not very sure how long we sat there talking about the Tony incident, why I'm in Indy, where we're from, and a bunch more things, but the sun was still up when we started, and now it has to be late. A yawn escapes from my lips, and we exchange phone numbers and he gets up to leave, and offers a hand to me to help me off the tailgate of my truck. He keeps his fingers intertwined with mine as he slams the tailgate closed. We walk up to my motel room door, and he places a kiss on my cheek, and I let out an offer for him to spend the night.

Dun dun dun... A bit of a twist, and a small change to the plot.
Also, I am working on a one shot, along with this. Should have another update for you guys Saturday sometime. Promise.
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Le bumpeth.

Update coming soon, and if your lucky I'll have a better update sometime later on in the day.

 

Same day, about 11:20pm

My right hand moves to the door knob and I turn it quickly as I usher Greg inside. No, this is not about to be a one night stand, although, he looks adorable. He shuts the door, locks it, and I hurry to clean off the bed so he has a place to sit. We lock eyes for the first time all night, and my mind fills with lust and all the things I could just do to him; but, swear on the life of me, I have self control. My mama really did raise me right, or so I hope.

I push my luggage on the floor and move it with my foot under the bed.I feel his gorgeous eyes eyeing me, and out of nowhere, I'm smiling even through the pain. A bright smile flashes across his face as he crosses the room to the opposite side of the bed, and he kicks off his Nike's before hopping on the bed. Greg's right hand pats the matress opposite him, and I hop on the bed, and position myself with enough space between us to smell his cologne as he turns on the tv.

My mind is running deeper into lust, just by being able to smell him. Guess it's true, women do like a man that smells good. When I say good, I mean Calvin Klein good. My tongue makes way to my lips to lick them, as I catch his piercing brown eyes staring at my lips as my tongue met them. A bright red blush makes it's way to my cheeks. It's not like I could really help it, but I'm sure I could, but won't. My head hits the pillow, and he moves a few inches closer, and his eyes meet mine again. His arms spread as if to invite me into them.

I move closer, and lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. It feels safe to actually be in somebody elses arms, even if it's for one night. A trail of light and soft kisses are being placed from my jaw line up to my swolen eye, and back down again. His lips feel so soft against my skin, now I catch my mind wandering to thinking about what they would feel like against my own. Never have I been known to actually take things like that in my own hands, and usually just let fate run it's course. Greg's head lowered to mine, pressed his lips lightly to my forehead. He pulls up the blanket as he slowly nods off, and dreamland meets me once more.

Okay, yes, this is such a crappy update. Yes, I know that, don't point it out. It' mainly a filler chapter. Will update again later. 
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Not that kind of sleeping together 

 

Finally Leaving 7/5/13

Slowly my eye opens and there's light shining through the curtains, McDonalds, and coffee on the night stand, right next to a note. I skim it real fast, and grab the coffee. The lid comes off quickly as I take a gulp, burn my tongue, my esophagus, and probably my stomach too, but it's more than worth it. I grab the bag, open a cheeseburger, and bite it. The sound of the growls are becoming deafening coming from my empty stomach. As I ate the burger, and picked at the fries, I actually read the note.

Sami,
Thank you for last night, it was great. I haven't talked to anybody like I talked to you last night. As you can see, I left early, grabbed you food and coffee. Can't guarantee I will see you before you leave, because I had to rush home to get my baby brother to a babysitter.
I really only left this for you to tell you thanks for everything.
X
Greg

I took another sip of my coffee as I actually contemplate checking my stash of cash which should be still in the suitcase. I hurry off the bed and onto the floor and look under the bed. It's still there, but to be safe, I pull it out, unzip it, and dig through my bras and panties only to still feel my cash. My fingers grab it and I pull it out, only to begin counting. $9,700 left. Which means, to my suspicions, he didn't take anything. Now, I unbury my purse. and still feel my little friend in there. Guess he really did just want to talk, and have someone to hang out with. I pull out my cherry covered bikini top, and a pair of black booty shorts.

My clothes come off faster as I put them on, as I make my way towards the bathroom. I turn on the shower, hop in, and slowly start washing up, and cooling off at the same time. All I really want to do, is stand here, underneath the showerhead, forever. I quickly finish my shower, and turn off the water. I step out, and dry off with a towel before getting dressed. My shorts take a minute to pull up on account of my legs still being a bit wet. Once they get up to my tiny waist, i button and zip them up. The bikini top goes on without an issue of course.

*knock knock*

My heart stops for a minute, as I hurry to the door to look out the peephole only to see Greg. I grip the knob and open the door. As he comes in, he greets me with a hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek. As he lets go, his eyes scan me quickly only to come back up to my eyes.

"Gosh Sam, You have to be the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. The way your dressed right now, makes my heartbeat speed up."

A smile landed upon his face, as he said that. I couldn't help but blush a little bit. I got up on my tip toes, and planted a kiss right on his lips, and arms around his neck. Our lips moved together in unison, as our tongues met, and deepened the kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer. He broke off the kiss and looked down into my eyes.

"I have been dying to do that since last night. Your lips, and your eyes mesmerized me. I'm so beyond schedule with my travels, but I'm not sure if I want to leave you. So, come with me."

He nods his head yes, and we grab the rest of my things and he opens the door to let me through. We walk together to my truck, and he grabs the bag and places it in the back as I run the key over to the office. By the time I come back he's waiting at the door to open it for me. I press the unlock button, and he opens my door, and like a gentleman, helps me in my truck before shutting the door, then making his way to the passenger side.

I plug my iPhone in, and press play on Dads Letter by Tyga. I back up out of the parking lot, and he starts to give me directions to his house. When we get there, I pull in the driveway and cut the engine.

It took nearly a half hour before he came back out with his suitcase and a few cartons of smokes. Once he hits the truck, he places his suitcase in the back, and hops back in. He opens a pack of smokes as I back out of his driveway and hands me one and a lighter. I place the cigarette between my lips, light it, and inhale deeply as we drive off.

Okay, updated. Will update monday.
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Thinking of doing a flashback chapter. Back to Sami's childhood.

Keep an eye out.

 

Le bumpeth

 

i's been lagging guys. I know. Will try and do two updates in one.

I's sowwy.

X
Ash.

 

The Truth

"Once you stop caring, nothing can stop you. Your problem is you give a damn. Trust me."

So, my childhood, really wasn't this whole fairy tales, barbies, and prince charming. Between 6 months and 3 years, I was pawned off from grandma, to grandma. My mom, well she worked, all day, came home at night, ate and went to bed. I have yet, to this day, bonded with my mother, more to come on that later. My father, well he was the same way. Nothing major to even talk about. I had a chill childhood, up until I was 4. That's when the issues happened.

My mom and dad, well they split. I was 3, maybe almost 4. All there really was, was a lot of arguing. Profanity was the first thing I even remember hearing. It was starting to become rediculous, so I wasn't allowed to be home and my grandma took care of me. She was my hero when I was younger, but I'll explain soon. Back on topic. My dad eventually left, and not under the best terms. I don't remember much of him to this day. Yes, we talk now, but not like we should.

My mom met Loser during one of her obscene drinking binges. He was recently divorced, and obviously saw something in my mom. When he drank, he was violent (will not bring up details since I do believe it might be against the ToU) He got my mom pregnant not long after meeting her. Guess like a man should do, is instantly propose. So he did... But he still drank, and sometimes more than he should have. My baby brother was born July 2nd 1995. My pride and joy.

Mom and loser were married 2 years later, and my life became hell as we knew it. I was suspended a lot within the first 5 years of their marriage. I began to see my anger quickly after my world shattered, and that it did, pretty quickly. I acted like the things around me didn't bother me, the violence, the abuse; yet it happened to bother me a lot, simply because I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Who would believe a kid who was known for being a mischievious trouble maker? I know looking back right now, I should have said something, but it's the past now.

At 15, I experienced my first arrest. My step dad was being his drunk violent self, and I finally fought back. His dumb self, let me sit in jail. Whatever. After that, I've seen the inside of a jail cell for domestic violence, and more assaults than I could count on my fingers and toes; might need two or three more people. I really am a very calm person, especially when I have my nicotine and a beer, or ten.

Okay, so, if I actually read the tou, i know there is things I couldnt say, but probably did. whats the worst they could do? forum ban my ass? but whatever.


this is a semi crap update, but it gives more insite to the world of Sami, and to the reason why she's the way she is. yes, the quote on the top of the update, kind of goes with this chapter. from now on, I will be adding quotes to the beginning of the chapters.

sorry again guys, like muchos. i've been honestly so sidetracked from this story, and this app more than I care to admit. but, i promise on my best friends grave, i will update this story more. there will be some graphic scenes, and some romance, but the romance will not last. anyways before i make my authors note into a book, I will post this.

Xo
Ashliee