Angela walked down the road, confused. Why the hell was she here? Why did she want to leave? It was all her fault that Taylor would be beating himself up now. She couldn�t believe that she just left. At least she forced herself to write a note.
She grabbed a scrunchie from her pocket. It was hot�too hot for her comfort. As she forced her legs to walk, she put her hair up. There hadn�t been a car along the road all day. Was she insane? Some idiot could just pick her up and decide to kill her. He�d take her, rape her, kill her, then dump her body in the river. Too bad there wasn�t any rivers around.
The sun beat down on her, forcing her to sweat. She ripped off her sleeves and hiked up her shorts. Too hot. Taylor was probably in the studio now, thinking about her. She was too far away to read his thoughts.
She was lucky to get away when she could. Nobody had even stirred when she got up. She had fumbled around the room for a pen and paper. Eventually she found some, and scratched out a note. She didn�t give it much thought, but she had to let him know that she was leaving and that she might not be back.
Angela didn�t plan on coming back, but wrote it anyway. It�d give him some hope, and it would delay his worry.
Why weren�t there any cars? It was a weekday, why weren�t truckers out shipping things to other people in other cities? Had she strayed off the main road or something? Angela sighed.
Her thoughts drifted back to Taylor. She couldn�t get him out of her mind. His face when he saw her on the curb, the look in his eyes when she smiled at him. Dammit the boy had just gotten her back, and she had to leave.
Angela had no idea how she got from Atlantic City to Hollywood so quickly. A week? That was nearly impossible. Thanks to the lonely truck driver who took her from Louisville to Salt Lake City. He really cut the time, getting her there in a day and a half. It pleased her that she got a ride over the mountains.
Angela only hoped that she�d find someone else before she hit the mountains. She�d also found a trucker that took her over the Appalachians. Those would be the hardest things to cross if she hadn�t found a ride to hitch on. It didn�t matter who, just as long as they offered.
She had enough trouble getting into California. Shit, had that been a time. It was things like that that made her almost afraid to go home. What was the point in going home anyway? She�d just have to survive her days with the private tutors again.
Angela remembered the reaction she received when she told her bus that she wasn�t going to be at the school anymore. A cynical boy cheered, but mostly the bus was upset. They didn�t want her to leave.
And to think, all they ever talked about to her for the longest time was for her to leave and never come back. When she granted their wish, they resented ever being rude to her. It was funny how many apologies she got that day.
Angela continued down the road, looking down at her boots. They were combat boots, as her mother enjoyed calling them. Why don�t you join the army? That�s the kind of shoes they wear. Angela was beginning to hate that woman.
What was the use of leaving now? Where would she go? The only place she had to return to was her home back in Atlantic City. Like she really wanted to go there. Her mother was becoming a bitch. Money sure did have an effect on people.
The woman forgot everything she had learned while living in that shack. She forgot the hard work and the getting by with nothing. She forgot how to take care of herself and Angela. She went back to the expensive jewelry, glamorous dresses and a cigarette constantly in her hand. She was a snob.
Angela didn�t want to go back to that. It was too hard to go back to. Her mother hated her and didn�t want to spend any time with her. She wanted to go to parties and flirt. She was single now, anyway. She didn�t care about her late husband.
He died. That means I�m single again. Hello boys, I�m back, her mother had said. Once she had the money in the bank, she bought a new dress and went to a party. Well the bitch got drunk and almost immediately was knocked up. Typical.
Angela sat down, fanning herself with her hand. She needed something to drink. Damn herself for not taking any of the water from the house. That would of helped a lot. Why was she out here?
Angela continued to debate in her head whether or not she should go back to Taylor�s. If she went back, he probably wouldn�t talk to her. You left me, you said you were back but you stayed for half a day then left again.
But there always was that chance that he could forgive her. Fall in love with her. Oh how she wanted him to fall in love with her. It�d solve a whole bunch of her problems. She was screwed now. She was debating where to go, what to do. She was even debating with things that hadn�t happened yet.
In the distance a glint of a truck twinkled. Angela had to decide, and decide quickly. That truck might be her ticket across the mountains. She didn�t know, but she silently hoped that she had the ability to capture that ticket. Truckers always had extra food and water. If he stopped then she would be saved for a bit.
"Well, Angela? What do you think? Should ya ask for a ride of let him pass?" she asked herself. "Oh God, I�m talking to myself. I�m beyond help now." She stood up. If he stopped, he stopped. If he didn�t, well he could go straight to hell.
The truck pulled closer, and Angela held her breath. She still didn�t have any decision made. Maybe if he looked friendly she�d hop aboard. Maybe�
The truck stopped. Angela let out her breath. The door opened. "Looking for a ride, missy? I�m headed to Iowa." She smiled. He was alright, but there was something about the way he smiled at her. It frightened Angela.
"No, I�m alright. I�m headed in a different direction. Thanks for the offer." Angela turned around and began to walk away. The door closed, and the truck pulled away. It went back on its course to Iowa.
Angela let out a shaky breath. That man had something about him�the gleam in his eyes were too sweet for a trucker. It was an act. He was the one who was going to take her, rape her, kill her and dump her body in the river.
Angela walked slowly. She hadn�t gone far outside the city. If she walked fast enough, she�d be back at Taylor�s by the next evening. It was all on if she could find the place again. It�d been easy to get out of the city, but to get back in and find him again was a different story.
She walked quickly down the road. It was going to be pretty hard to get back to the city before morning. She didn�t like being out in the open in the dark, especially if it was all night long. It�d taken her the whole day to get this far. Now she decides to go back.
The sun was setting in the west, limiting her light. The east was already getting dark. Dammit. God only knew what kind of people traveled along those roads at night. She was one of them.
When the sun set, Angela grew tired. She was walking too quickly for too long. She slowed her pace and looked out to the road. She couldn�t see more than ten feet around her. Better not be someone hiding, waiting for innocent young girls to walk along the road.
Angela was freaking herself out. It was just something about the road and the darkness that made her think of stupid things. The night was clear, so she could see the stars perfectly. Thank God it wasn�t raining.
As she walked, she approached a building. There was a sign, but she wasn�t close enough to read it. Damn eye sight, she knew she needed glasses but she took her own word that she could see fine. I�m such an idiot, she thought to herself. Now she was bashing herself. Smart.
She headed closer to the building, keeping her feet on the gravel of the road. If she lost track of it she knew she�d never find it again. If it was a motel then maybe she�d be able to stay there the night. She had her credit card, she�d be able to get a bed for the night and not have to worry about predators and monsters and wild dogs.
Angela stopped when she could make out the letters. She squinted, knowing she looked like a fool doing so. Oh well, there was nobody around to tease her. Well, not now. Not this time of day.
Bates Motel
Angela kept herself from screaming. She ran as fast as she could down the main road, until she was far away from the motel. When the sign was out of sight, she slowed and stopped, panting.
That scared the living shit out of her. She wanted to keep running, but her legs told her otherwise. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself. "I�ve seen Psycho way too many times."
Angela calmed herself down and continued walking. She was thinking too much. She was freaking herself out too much for her own good.
It was too hot.