Postby damsel_1428 » Wed Sep 07, 2016 2:12 pm
D wins, the tale continues.
It's been a long evening, a long night, and we're still miles from home. Emily and me that is. Driving home from Yorkshire through a mist and rain filled night in my twenty year old Audi because, and I quote her, 'If we drive up and back the same day and don't book a hotel we'll save £30'. Screw the thirty I say. So tired.
It's all for her. My Goth for life best girlfriend. We drove halfway up the country to see her latest obsession perform. Death Banshee Gunship Killer, or something. A metal band anyway, and not bad I guess. I do these things for her. Keep her company, dress myself up as a passable impression of one of them. Tight black jeans tucked into old army boots and a black corset. Emily's not like me. She's a big girl, like size 18/20 big, and she looks fucking scary most days. Tonight's no exception. Tight black leather trousers with the same boots as me, a black under bust waist corset, and a black shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The shirt is unbuttoned right down to the corset, showing off her breasts in a black bra all but spilling out and over. Both arms are covered in tattoos, and she has a winged chest piece above her breasts. Her hair is flame red in colour, and she has a bulls ring piercing through her nose. Like I said, scary girl.
God I'm tired, struggling to keep the car pointing south. Screw this I decide, let her have a turn, let Miss £30 drive awhile. A parking layby looms out the mists ahead, there's plenty on these twisty A roads. So I indicate and pull over. Emily shuts up in mid flow as I do, she was retelling the concert to me for the fiftieth time, like I wasn't fucking there. "What's up 'chelle?" she asks. "I need a break, swap with me awhile kay" I say, and get out to walk around to her door before she can think of any protest. She gets out, and we cross paths at the hood. As we do she gives me a quick peck on the cheek "Hey, thanks again for coming with me. It's just, you know. And, well, I mean, and it's cool. You rest okay."
"Thanks Em" I say, as we both get in and close our doors. Emily takes a moment to adjust the drivers seat, then pulls out of the layby and walks my Audi back up to a steady sixty. I sit back, rest my head and watch the high beams cutting through the empty night.
Emily turns the radio on, and cycles through until she finds a local station she seems content with. I can feel my eyes getting heavy. "I'm going to nap Em, wake me in an hour okay? I'll drive the final stretch." She nods, and I drift off to sleep.
What happens when Michelle wakes up?
A- The car is parked, engine running and lights on, in a layby. No sign of Emily.
B- Michelle wakes to find herself and Emily tied up in the back of a van, the van is moving.
C- Two teenage girls, hitchhikers, are tied up on the back seat or in the boot.
D- Michelle and Emily have an argument, Michelle ties Emily up.
E- Michelle wakes to find herself tied up on the back seat, Emily is driving.