Cruel Intentions of a Teenage Fantasy (edited Version), chapter 3
Trista started the engine and was about to leave but her mother once again interrupted her escape. "Trista if you're leaving you're going to need money so, here." She handed Trista $3,052. "This was for you to go to college but, you're not going to need it anyway. Bye!" She attempted to hug her daughter but Trista backed away. Her mother went inside. Trista was finally free to leave. She backed out of the driveway and sped down the road. In a few days she would be in Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong's hometown. She couldn't wait. She would find his house somehow, make friends with Adrienne and steal him away from her. It was a perfect plan. As soon as she snapped out of her daydream she was already on the highway and it was getting pretty late she decided to pull over at the next motel and spend the night there. She would get up early to get a better start on her day. Soon she found a small motel and pulled in. She went into the lobby nobody was there. She rang the bell but it didn't work.
"Hello?" she called a bit frightened.
"Oh, sorry dude," a what seemed to be a teenager called. "I'll be with you in a minute."
"Okay," she called back a bit relieved. The young male walked around the counter and stared at her.
"You're really hot!" he exclaimed.
"Um, thanks. I need a room. Do you have any open?"
"I got the perfect one for you hot stuff."
"Okay. I'll just get the key from you then," she said kind of disgusted at the man's language choice.
"Here you are my lady."
"Look I'm not your's and stop calling me hot!"
"Fine here you go lady."
"Thank you!"
Trista walked down the narrow hall looking for room 312. Finally finding it after what seemed like an hour, only because she was so tired, she looked in the room. It had orange and blue walls, the mattress was half off of the bed which wasn't made there was bugs on the floor and what looked like ancient moldy food the bugs were eating it. She hopped over the bugs and mush and crawled onto the bed. She kind of didn't want to cover up but it was so cold in the room she had to. She once again went into thought. "Billie Joe? Where are you?"
"Downstairs!"
"Okay!" She crept down to meet him and again he had a dagger.
"Billie Joe? What are you doing? Billie! Stop! Ah!" She made a sickening sound, something between a scream a gurgle and a moan. It made her want to vomit. He then removed the dagger stabbed her again but this time up under her ribs and he twisted the knife in her body. She made the sound again and thick blood came pouring out her mouth, she started choking on it. She could feel herself dying and could see it herself but could do nothing to stop it. She watched her body go stiff and motionless as her eyes flooded with the realization of death. Trista awoke finding herself trying to breath she caught her breath and vomited over the side of the bed. She thought of the dream she had. Was it a sign?
"Hello?" she called a bit frightened.
"Oh, sorry dude," a what seemed to be a teenager called. "I'll be with you in a minute."
"Okay," she called back a bit relieved. The young male walked around the counter and stared at her.
"You're really hot!" he exclaimed.
"Um, thanks. I need a room. Do you have any open?"
"I got the perfect one for you hot stuff."
"Okay. I'll just get the key from you then," she said kind of disgusted at the man's language choice.
"Here you are my lady."
"Look I'm not your's and stop calling me hot!"
"Fine here you go lady."
"Thank you!"
Trista walked down the narrow hall looking for room 312. Finally finding it after what seemed like an hour, only because she was so tired, she looked in the room. It had orange and blue walls, the mattress was half off of the bed which wasn't made there was bugs on the floor and what looked like ancient moldy food the bugs were eating it. She hopped over the bugs and mush and crawled onto the bed. She kind of didn't want to cover up but it was so cold in the room she had to. She once again went into thought. "Billie Joe? Where are you?"
"Downstairs!"
"Okay!" She crept down to meet him and again he had a dagger.
"Billie Joe? What are you doing? Billie! Stop! Ah!" She made a sickening sound, something between a scream a gurgle and a moan. It made her want to vomit. He then removed the dagger stabbed her again but this time up under her ribs and he twisted the knife in her body. She made the sound again and thick blood came pouring out her mouth, she started choking on it. She could feel herself dying and could see it herself but could do nothing to stop it. She watched her body go stiff and motionless as her eyes flooded with the realization of death. Trista awoke finding herself trying to breath she caught her breath and vomited over the side of the bed. She thought of the dream she had. Was it a sign?
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