Midnight Ride

It was ten minutes to midnight, Saturday night, during the summer of 2010. the Shady Grove metro station was empty and quiet. All that could be heard was the power from the street lamps.

Seated at a bus stop was a young blonde-haired woman, dressed in a tight pink short-sleeved shirt and white shorts. She has been seated there for an hour, waiting on a bus that stopped it’s service an hour ago.

She checks her phone for the third and final time. Still, no battery power to make a phone call. The nearby phone booth is out of service, and there is not one person in sight. Still, she sits and waits for a bus to arrive, but she knows better.

The later into the night, the cooler it gets. The blonde regrets leaving her hoodie at home. She folds her arms to keep warm, looking out at the station entrance. No bus in sight.

She looks at her digital watch. It is now midnight. It was then that a set of headlights are seen from far away, turning into the metro station. She grabs her cell phone and stands by the post. As the lights move closer, she realizes that it is not a bus, but an old black-colored Chevy Suburban. The vehicle slowly passes by. The gentleman stares at the blonde while turning away and leaving the station. Disappointed, she flops down onto the bench, throwing her hands in anger.

When it looked as if the car was going to leave, the vehicle turns into the station once again. Approaching slowly as it did the first time. The blonde becomes curious, wondering if she knows the driver. Maybe her parents sent the neighbor to look for her.

The vehicle stops in front of her bus stop. The passenger window rolls down, revealing a white male in his early thirties.

“Excuse me, You haven’t seen a brunette girl out here, have you? Short, skinny, freckle-faced.” the driver inquired.

“No, sorry.” the blonde responded.

“it’s my sister. She probably got a ride home.” he says as if he were talking to himself. The blonde waves her hair behind her ears.

“You do know that the buses stopped running an hour ago, right?” he asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” she replies, disappointed, but it was confirmation to what she already knew.

“Yeah. My sister gets stuck up here all of the time. Do you have someone coming to pick you up?” the gentleman asked.

She flashes her phone to him.

“Nope. My battery is dead, and the phone booth here is out of order.” she replies.

“Yeah, same here. My battery died on the way here, so I couldn’t call my sister to tell her that I was on the way.” he says while tossing his phone to the back seats.

The blonde becomes worried, thinking of her options, which she does not have any.

“Where are you headed?” the gentleman asked.

“Germantown. Milestone to be exact.” she responds in a passive tone.

“Oh really!?” the driver says, somewhat excited to hear. “My parents live near that area, by the transit center, down the street from the movie theater.”

“That is where my bus ends. I usually walk from there.” she says, still disappointed.

“Damn, girl. That’s a long walk home.” he responds. The conversation stops for a minute. “Hey look, I don’t usually do this, but I can give you a ride there, being as though I am headed there anyways.” he proposed.

The blonde took a minute to think about it. There was no other option. She would either accept the ride from him, or set up a sleeping spot on the bus stop bench.

“Yeah,” she responds, “I guess that’s okay.”

Hesitant, she slowly rises from the bench, still looking at the entrance for any sign of a bus arrival. The driver exits the vehicle to open the passenger door for her. Before she enters, he introduces himself.

“My name is Austin,” he says while presenting his hand. “Hey, I’m Jen.” she responded while shaking his hand. They both chuckled while getting back into the vehicle.

Minutes later, the vehicle is traveling on a clear interstate 270, with no other cars on the road. Jen is seated in the passenger seat, twiddling her thumbs in silence.

“Coming from a party?” Austin questioned with a chuckle.

“I was out with a few friends In Adams Morgan. We were just hanging out, you know?” she responded in a cool, calm-like fashion.

Austin kept his eyes on the road while driving. He presented himself as if they had been friends, giving her a more comfortable feeling.

“Are you in college?” he asked.

“Community… Montgomery College.” she says.

“Awesome, my sister goes to school there. You might know her, but she is kind of anti-social at times.” he says before laughing softly.

Tired of her hair falling over her face, Jen ties her hair up with a hair band that was around her wrist. Austin notices.

“Are you a real blonde?” he calmly asked

“Yep. My mom and I are both blondes, my younger sister was a red head.” They both chuckle.

Austin slows down a bit, as if he is afraid of being pulled over for speeding. Jen is rubbing her arms.

“ts pretty chilly in here.” she says while chuckling.

“Sorry about that.” he responds while shutting off the air conditioner system.

“So do you live with your parents, or…?” Austin asked.

“Yeah, i moved back in once i started college. It’s just my parents and younger sister. My sister is away, so I’m staying in her room. It’s temporary, until I finish school.” she responds. Austin nods along with her.

Austin quickly glance over at her, more than once.

“It must have been really cold in here.” he says.

“Why do you say that?” she asked

“Because your nipples are hard.” he says.

Jen quickly looks down at her shirt. An imprint can be seen of her nipples poking onto her shirt. She covers her chest as an awkward and uncomfortable mood suddenly becomes of her.

The ride home becomes a quiet one. Jen keeps her arms over her chest. Austin glances at her a few times more. He chuckles a bit, with a schoolboy smile on his face.

“Which one is it, are you cold or horny?” he asked her in a serious tone.

Jen does not respond. She leans closer toward the passenger door, biting down on her teeth as fear fills her heart.

“I’m a betting man, and though I’m not a good one, I would bet all of my chips that you are horny right now.” He just says these things as if he is comfortable. Almost as if he does this often.

Jen is scared to death. A man whom she thought was a harmless gentleman has now become a creepy predator. His quick glances become stares. He looks at her thighs as saliva pours from the side of his mouth.

“I bet your all nice and tight down there, aren’t you?” his voice becomes more menacing and creepy with every word spoken.

“Look at you. Your skin looks so smooth and flawless. Such a perfect petite figure. You probably wouldn’t be able to take a fat cock, eh?”

Her hands begins to shake as she locks her legs together. Every muscle in her body is tight, as if they were locked in place. She can’t stop herself from crying, knowing that she just made the worst mistake of her life. Accepting a ride from a stranger.

Austin pulls off at an exit, entering a small town, mostly surrounded by woods. He drives deep into the woods, so far that the vehicle is no longer visible from the roads. He turns the headlights off and stops the car.

The ignition is off. The keys are tossed to the back seat. Austin ejects his seatbelt and turns in the direction of his prey. Jen is shaking uncontrollably. Her face is now covered in her tears. There is a different type of fear when you have placed yourself in a position that you can’t escape. A person that you don’t know. With no-one to help you or hear you scream.

Austin stares at her with a smile. He then unbottons his pants and pulls his penis from out of his boxers.

“First, I want you to attack me, with aggression, as if your life was in danger, because it is. Then, I’m going to wrestle you around in this car, and rip the clothes off of your body.”

He runs his hand down her arm. She begins to shiver.

“Then, I’m going to wrap my arms around you, as you kick and scream, fighting to escape. Then, I’m going to pull you from the passenger seat and give you the best fucking you’ve ever had.

Suddenly, Jen stops crying. Her hands stop shaking. Her purse drops from her hands and onto her lap. Jen is holding a hunter’s knife, ten inches long.

“Is that what you did to my younger sister, before you killed her?” she says, before stabbing him in his face and chest, multiple times. A photo of her deceased sister falls to the floor mat.

He screams until he begins to choke on his own blood. Instead of stabbing him to death, Jen exits the vehicle to stretch, leaving Austin in his passenger seat, screaming, bleeding from his face, neck and chest. The screaming dies out as he does. She cleans her knife and disappears