In a few hours, I would be back on the road.Maybe this was my calling in life, I smiled to myself.
Running.
Running away from my problems, running away from men.
I watched through my motel room window as a grey car pulled into the parking lot. I had spent the day, watching the people come and go, out with the old and in with the new.
A young man stepped out of the car, throwing his nose high in the air, almost as if he was breathing deeply. A creeping cold crawled down my spine when his blood red eyes made contact with mine, though only for a brief moment. I threw my self away from the window, pulling the curtains closed, but I couldn't help myself, I had to stare out through the thin sliver of a gap between the curtains.
The burn of his eyes lingered on mine, before he turned away, w
