Day 3

Exhausted from puking the night before, Ashley awoke in her car to find that Anna and Julien had already left the motel. Shit. Ashley panicked. Shit. Shit. Shit! I’m such a fucking idiot. Fuck me! Oh fuck me, Julien. Goddammit! The couple could be anywhere. However, it was only about a quarter to ten, which made even a bimbo like Ashley realize they couldn’t have been far. She circled the block where the motel was located in hopes of finding the couple’s car parked somewhere outside of a restaurant or maybe a supermarket. The first block wasn’t a go, but the second one was. She found Anna and Julien’s car in a drugstore parking lot. Surely they were picking up munchies, and would be on the road again soon.

Ashley was precisely correct. Within minutes the couple appeared through the automatic doors, and jumped right back into their car. The couple, tired but also happy as usual, began the next day of their journey up north. But something on this day felt different to Julien. A certain “unsafeness” as he called it, was lingering amongst the two. Julien believed he saw something outside of the drugstore before their departure, but he deemed what he saw to be due to too much driving and not enough decent sleep.

“Unsafeness?” Anna questioned. “It’s merely a road, Julian. A road with no more than twelve cars on it.”

“It’s not a safe road. None of them are.” Despite the excuse he’d given himself back at the drugstore, Julien was unable to shake the uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. Anna shrugged, assuming Julien was paranoid from the eeriness that came with all of the empty small towns. She summed it up to too many horror movies, and then fell asleep staring at the lines on the road.


They drove until the day turned to night again, and repeated their motel routine. Find a spot not terribly dirty, pay for it, have vigorous sex to relieve the stress of the drive, and go to sleep. And of course from a not-so-hidden parking spot outside of the couple’s room, was Ashley watching and waiting, trying to hold down her vomit. She isn’t allowed to fuck my Julien. She isn’t allowed to moan in pleasure from him. She isn’t allowed to have him. She isn’t allowed. I won’t allow it. She collapsed on her steering wheel, tears dripping down her face, and plotted events for the following day.