Nothing happened that day to make me up and leave like I did, I don't know what came over me. Free college, car, great friends, dream boyfriend... I had it made. I guess it was just my strange way of doing compulsive things I wouldn't ever do if it weren't for my head wasn't so screwed up. I got along with my family, but I never was really... myself around them. Except my aunt... Mom always called her a screw up... I guess I know why now.

Well I ended up in a bar, letting my 95' Camero take me wherever it pleased. She must have been thirsty.

Walking into the place, I just knew it was the right one. Of course, the perverts were looking at me with their disgusting eyes. I could hardly stand it, when I finally saw him. He had such a cocky smile I just, couldn't pull myself in the other direction. Hell, he had bad news spread all across his fucking face. He bought me a Blue Moon and walked over, god that huge smile of his.

"What's your name beautiful?" He was so corny, I almost spit out my beer.

"Ha, eh why does it matter?" I looked into his brown, nearly black eyes. What did it matter what my name was? I could say anything right now, and either way he wouldn't remember it in the morning when I will attempt to not wake him while I was sneaking out of his shitty apartment. He laughed. I don't quite know what he found funny... He must have known I was already down for a one night-stand.

"So, are you from around?"

"I will be." I can't go back to my old life, it's not possible, is what I wanted to say. I took a sip of my beer.

"What's a pretty young thing doing in a place like this?" He asked with that same cocky smile. He was driving me nuts, I don't know what it was about him that got me sitting next to him, in this dirty bar, about to hook up. Really, he wasn't that attractive. There was just something about him, that I could never explain.

"Looking for adventure, I guess."

"Well I might just know exactly what you are looking for... want to go for a ride?" I cocked my head to the side and snatched up my beer downing the rest of it. Of course I wanted to go for a ride, this is what I had been waiting for the moment I saw him. Why else would I be talking to him? For the chuckles? Ugh.

I put down the empty bottle, and followed him out bar. They were still watching me as I walked out, it made me want to puke. When we got outside, he handed me a helmet and pointed to his Harley. With no questions asked I got on the back of it looking forward to whatever was in store for my night.

Tell me thoughts.

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