Thread: On the road [Cherubian & Mr. D]

Hell of a way to celebrate ones 18th birthday, standing at some dusty roadside a few miles out of Callaghan right after dawn with her arm outstretched and her thumb up high in the air. Trying to catch a ride in the slim hope that someone would be on his way that early in the morning. It did not matter, honestly. She just kept walking along the road, turning and lifting her thumb on the rare occasion that she heard the sound of an approaching car. For now all she wanted to was to get away, finally get out of that backwater town that had been the stage for all of her life until now. Most of all to get away from him. From her stepfather. Yesenia what a name, her mother must have gotten it out of some soap opera. It kind of figured, her mother lived in her own world, a world made up of cheap novels and increasing amounts of alcohol, had done so since the day her father died in a traffic accident a month before she was born. Her mother had been searching for a new man in her live, a replacement, but what she got was Paolo. On the surface he was a dream, picture perfect body, handsome face and a gaze that made womens hearts melt. But beneath that shiny surface that he spent most of his time to maintain he was rotten, mean and most of all violent. It did not matter that her mother earned what little the family had to live with, he acted like he was the undisputed master of the household, fucking whatever other woman he pleased and beating her mother and her whenever he felt like it. Sadly her mother had long ago lost the strength to fight back, and surrendered to her fate. Yesenia had not. When she was fourteen she had secretly started to visit the local Martial Arts dojo. Mr Chung, a Chinese immigrant, out of pity had taken her in free of charge if she would do the occasional light chores, and she had turned out to be a natural. Her step father had found out the hard way when she was sixteen, and from that day on she at least was safe from him. However her mother still refused to kick out the bastard. She would have loved to help her more, but she simply saw no way. So when she got the notice that she had indeed gotten the stipend for that little college up in Des Moines she decided to go. She longed for an opportunity to live her life easily, and to no longer have to fight her way through it with her guard up at all times. Maybe this was it. Courses would not start until fall, but she simply could not stand to stay a day longer than necessary, so at the first possible opportunity she left, planning to use the time to settle in and earn a bit on the side with the occasional odd job. It should not be too hard, not only was she smart, but also pretty. The painful years had not yet managed to leave a trace on her beautiful and innocent face, tanned by the sun and framed with a wild mane of raven black hair, and her training at Mr. Chungs had shaped her body admirably, slender, toned and firm without being overly muscular, but still leaving the supple flesh of her breasts as massive as ever. Currently she was wearing an old pair of jeans, similarly dated sneakers, and a dark blue T-Shirt stretching over her chest. All her other belongings were in her backpack. She felt daring, and for the first time in her life free, and free of worries. There were motor sounds approaching from behind again, and routinely she turned, her arm coming up almost out of its own accord. Lo and behold, that pickup did indeed slow down, and the driver asked her whether she wanted a ride. He looked old, and many would have instinctively shrunk back at the sight of him and his less that masterful attempt at being friendly, but Yesenia knew what could hide under the prettiest of surfaces, so she did not care. Why fault him for the fact that he liked her looks and let it show? She just smiled back, the picture perfect sight of a happy girl, as she replied Oh yes, that would be grand. Anything that can get me further northward.