The rain was slamming on to the wind shield of the truckin sheets, the wipers rushing furiously to get rid of the tear like streams. Lightening flashed in the distance & thunder boomed somewhere nearby.

One one Thousand, Two One Thousand, Flash!Two miles, the strom was two miles away and it felt like it was right on top of them. Maybe she was counting wrong? Was it from lightening to thunder you were supposed to count? She wasn't sure anymore, She wasn't sure of anything anymore. It was all so muddled. She jumped as a horn blared as it passed by them her driver turned the brights on his headlights off.

She stared at him not sure what todo. He turned to look at her and the smear of blood darkened his forehead.

"We're going to be ok, you and I. I'm going to love you tonight. Just like the others, you'll see, you'll be different though. Better then them. You'll see," He kept mumbling to himself and she huddled deeper into the door of the truck.

Her mind kept flashing back to the other truck. A van. With a mattress in the back and Tomas. Oh god he killed Tomas! He killed him!Panic was rising along with the bile into her throat, there was nothing left in her stomach, her body had gotten rid of that earlier.
Tomas had been her boyfriend. He killed him so he could have her. He was crazy, she had to find a way to run away. She need to get away from the man with Tomas blood on his hands, and face.

"It's Valentines Day. Did you know it's Valentines Day?" He spoke so normally in the overheated cab of the truck. Like they knew each other almost. When she didn't respon he reached over, grabbing her arm, squeezing painfully, "Answer when I speak to you dammit!" His nails dug into her flesh and she cried out as blood trickled down her arm onto her leg.

"Yes," she whimpered softly, "I-I know," she sniffed softly and he let go of her arm.

"That's my Gorgeous Girl," he grinned almost kindly, sanely. "Your new name. Gorgeous. I've had a few Beautes, and Sultries, Even a Sexy, but no Gorgeous. You're different. You'll be better than they were, "he started mumbling to himself again as he drove the truck.

She watched numbly as the ribbon of road disappeared beneath the tires, trees were replacing the comfort of the buildings and houses that made up her neighbourhood. The dark of the night just made everything seem a little more horrible. More like a nightmare.

He kept Calling her Gorgeous. Her name was never Gorgeous. It was Georgia. Gorgeous Georgie, that was what her Mum always called her.

Gorgeous Georgie. Georgia. That was her name. Georgia. That became her mantra for the next 6 weeks.

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