Roadside Murder
Kelley sat on the side of the road, finally past the point of exhaustion from walking. She was in some small town in Wyoming, and had no way to get a ride home. She and Chey, along with Cheys new wife were finally doing a 49 state road trip, but Chey’s wife had decided the two of them were too cozy for her liking, and made Chey put her out right there, not even letting her get her things. Shit got physical, So Chey had literally kicked her out, and they drove off. She was fluctuating between hurt and pissed and was trying to make her way home without hitching a ride but there was no way. She had no money, food, phone, or map. She stood again and looked at the cars rushing past, contemplating for a moment just stepping out in front of them, instead of risk hitching. And then she did step out, surprised how easy her legs moved to the thought, and then her brain caught up with a thought of fear and she wouldn’t have had time to move back, if it wasn’t for a car with very good brakes squealing to a stop not far from her. The driver of the high line car jumped out and started yelling at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing, she could have been hit. She looked at him and just deadpanned. “I /meant/ to get hit.” And that stopped the yelling as his face twisted in sympathy. “Hey now...You stuck out here or something?” She didn’t want to admit, that yes she was alone and far from home, but this could be her ride back home. She finally sighed and nodded. “Yeah...I was on a road trip and got kicked out of the car. I need to get back to Connecticut.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Alright well, I’m going to see my sister in Maine, so I can take you there.” She was suspicious because that was a hell of a coincidence, and a bit hard to believe, but her other choices were few and far between, so she nodded again. “Alright, thank you.” He walked to his car and got her door, and she had one more bout of second thoughts before saying fucking and getting in. To make everything even worse, She felt a migraine coming on fast. She buckled up and got in the car, and watched him as he did. She was on edge and wouldn’t be letting her guard down anytime soon for the journey. He pulled off and almost instantly started with the usual questioning you use to get to know someone. “What’s your name, What do you do, yadda.” She answered in brief sentences, The first couple of hours going by without incident, except the migraine getting worse and worse, from the heat, stress, and not eating and barely drinking all put together. He finally noticed she wasn’t looking too good and asked her what was wrong. She considered waving it off, not letting him know she was in a slightly vulnerable state , but since he might end up just having to drop her at the nearest ER soon…”I have a migraine.” He nodded, looking at her then back at the road. “I have some Oxymorphone” She hesitated before shaking her head. “No, I’ll be alright.” Which she wasn’t. She let it go for several more hours before eventually caving. “I’ll take the pain meds now.” It had gotten to an unbearable level. He Pulled over and went to the trunk.He got a clean needle and syringe, and a vial, and gave it to her after filling it with a dose and a half, unbeknownst to her. Kelley softly sighed and administered the pain meds to herself, and they got back moving. It wasn’t too long before she began to feel extremely tired. And her headache was gone so she tried to fight it but it was a losing battle, and soon she was out cold in the passenger seat. The driver looked over and saw she had knocked out cold. He really had been headed to Maine and started this with honest intentions, but then...he had a woman who was all alone, and totally vulnerable there, and god he finally wanted to live out a fantasy. So he turned and drove her home, stripping her, bound her arms and legs, then strung her up by her arms, a noose around her neck, so when he cut the rope to her arms, she’d hang. // Kelley woke several hours later and felt the ropes, and the lack of floor below her feat. Her heart began pounding hard as she started to struggle, with not much traction to do so. Her captor sat in a chair, looking at her, and it was only when she tried to speak she realized her mouth was taped shut, She was pissed and terrified, and wanted even more to scream as he approached with a large knife, but couldn’t. He disappeared behind her and then she felt the rope on her arms go slack and the one around her neck tighten. Her neck, unfortunately didn’t break because the drop wasn’t much. She was full on panicking, which didn’t help the situation she was running out of air. Then her body started going lax on its own and grey encroached on her vision as her lungs burned. She passed out and passed away soon after.