Chapter Six
Naya opened her eyes and squinted at the bright sunlight coming in through the windows. She was confused for a moment and then jerked upright, clutching the blanket to her chest. She was in Dutch’s bed, where she had been fucked all night, thoroughly.
Her eyes darted frantically around the room. Where was he? God, she couldn’t take facing him. Although she’d been unable to control her body, her mind had been sharp, so she’d never forget any part of the last several hours.
She’d been so wanton, so crazy for sex. Dutch had taken every part of her body, some a few times. He’d used his fingers, mouth, and cock and knew exactly what to do to bring her to orgasm. She felt her face heat with a fiery blush. She just couldn’t stay there.
She listened for a moment and vaguely heard the shower in the bathroom turn on. She scrambled off the bed, frantically racing around the room for her clothing. She couldn’t find her panties or one sock, and she didn’t take the time to put her bra on, so she stuffed it into her jeans pocket.
Naya was vaguely aware of how sore her entire body was, but she was too anxious to care at the moment.
She quickly pulled on her shoes and raced out the door.
She didn’t take a deep breath when she got outside, but looked around, trying to determine where she was.
Her mind was racing as fast as her heart as she took off down the street.
She didn’t care where she went as long as it was far away from Dutch.
It took her an hour to finally get home.
Her heart stopped for a moment when she realized she didn’t have her key to get in.
In frustration, she kicked it and was shocked when it popped open.
She glanced around the apartment. Had it been that easy to break into her place?
God, even though she was weak, tired, and scared, it hadn’t taken a lot to open the thing.
Hell, a small child could have opened it.
She didn’t take any more time to worry about it. This was going to be the last time she ever saw the place. She quickly packed as much as she could into a backpack and a small bag. She knew she’d have to do a lot of walking, so she wouldn’t be able to carry a lot.
Naya pulled out the cash she had saved and stuffed some into one of her shoes, her backpack, a jeans pocket, and a bag. She looked around one more time before walking out, running into Terrik, and almost landing on her ass.
“Fuck, I wondered how you were doing,” he said as he held her by her shoulders.
“Oh, well, I’m doing okay.”
He studied her. “You look like shit.”
She felt the heat of a blush cover her face. “I know.”
“Where are you headed?”
“I’m going to leave town.”
His eyebrows rose. “Why? It sounded like that bastard would be taken care of, so you don’t have to worry about him.”
“I-I can’t stay,” she murmured.
A look of understanding flashed across the man’s face. “I get it. Do you need a ride somewhere?”
The thought of getting help loosened the knot in her gut. “Yes. Could you take me to the bus station?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
She followed him down the stairs and out the back door. His car looked newer, and it surprised her. She hadn’t thought he made a lot of money, but maybe he had a second job as she had.
She hopped into the seat and buckled her seat belt. They drove out of the parking lot. Neither spoke until he pulled up to the bus station closest to them.
“Do you know where you’re going?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I thought I’d take the first bus out.”
He nodded and got out of the car.
“Thank you, Terrik. You’ve always been so nice to me.”
“Hell, I always thought you needed a keeper. If I didn’t look out for you, I’m afraid of what might have happened.”
She bit her lip and looked away.
He sighed. “Let’s get you up to the counter.”
“You don’t have to stay with me,” she said.
“I want to make sure you get on a bus. I want to make sure the driver knows to watch out for you,” Terrik said.
“Thank you.”
“Hello, little lady, what can I do for you?” the man behind the counter asked.
“I need a bus ticket.”
“To where, hun?”
“When is the first bus leaving?”
The old man looked at his computer. “We have one leaving in five minutes for New Mexico.”
“How much?”
“Tell you what. Since you’re getting here late, I’ll give you a deal. How does fifty dollars sound?”
She relaxed and smiled. “That would be great, sir. Thank you.”
She pulled out some cash from her backpack and handed it to the man.
He slid her a ticket. “You’d better hurry. It’s bus number eleven.”
“Thank you so much, sir.”
“You’re very welcome, miss. I suggest you sit behind the driver so he can watch over you.”
“I will,” she said.
Terrik took her bag, then her arm, and hustled her over to the bus. “Do you want him to put your bag under the bus?”
She shook her head. “No. I’d like to keep it with me.”
Terrik nodded. “Go on and get in while I talk to the driver.”
She hugged him, surprising him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
He hugged her back. “You take care of yourself and stay safe.”
“I’ll do the best I can.”
He nodded and pushed her toward the door.
She stepped up and turned to wave at him. He smiled and waved back.
She settled into the seat behind the driver and watched Terrik talk to the guy for a moment, then waved again and walked off.
The driver nodded to her as he climbed in. He shut the door and started the bus. Within a minute, they were pulling out of the station.
She saw Terrik get into his car and felt a sliver of sadness.
He’d been the only one who had acted like he cared, and now she didn’t have anyone.
Dutch popped into her head. She had to admit he cared about her, and he’d been so gentle with her.
Just thinking about some of the things he’d done to her made her body tingle.
God, how could she feel any desire after all the orgasms she’d had the night before?
Did the drug turn her into a nympho? God, how embarrassing would that be? Then the thought of anyone else besides Dutch touching her made her nauseous.
Her thoughts turned to what she needed to do when she got to New Mexico. She needed to find a place to live and then a job. She might have to stay at a homeless shelter for a few days, but she’d do whatever it took to take care of herself.
The rocking of the bus made her eyelids heavy. She hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, and her body was tired as well as achy. She shoved the bag and her backpack against the window, leaned against them, and closed her eyes.
The bus slowing down made her jerk awake. Looking at the sun, she guessed she’d been asleep for a few hours, so they were nowhere near New Mexico.
“Why are we stopping, sir?” she asked the driver.
“I need to gas up, and it would be a good time for you to use the facilities and grab some food and something to drink. When we get back on the road, we’ll be driving for eight hours before we have to stop again.”
She nodded and glanced around as they pulled into a big gas station. The driver parked, then yelled at the other passengers.
“You have twenty minutes before we leave. I won’t wait.”
Naya gathered her things and walked off the bus.
She tried not to stare at people, but it was hard.
Some of them looked very different from anyone she’d ever known, with their crazy hair and unusual clothing.
She scrambled into the bathroom before anyone and locked the door behind her.
She set down her bags and used the toilet.
She sucked in a breath when she wiped herself because she was so raw down there from all the sex she’d had. Her nose wrinkled when she caught the scent of sex and sweat. God, what she wouldn’t give for a bath right then.
After washing her hands, she splashed water on her face and then dried off.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped open.
Jesus. She looked like a walking corpse.
There were dark shadows under her eyes, and her face was pale and thin.
Her hair looked crazy, like a rat had made its nest in it.
She tried smoothing it down a bit, but gave up when someone knocked on the door.
“To hell with it. It doesn’t matter right now.”
Naya knew she only had a few more minutes, so she grabbed her bags and walked out, smiling slightly at the other woman.
She ran up and down the aisles, grabbing some aspirin, bags of chips, a candy bar, a banana, an apple, and a Gatorade because she felt dehydrated. The bus had a bathroom, so she could drink as much as she wanted. She made it to the counter, paid for her food, and then walked out to the bus.
The driver nodded at her as he talked to another man. She sat in the same seat behind the driver and made herself as comfortable as possible before peeling the banana.
The driver stepped on, looked around, then closed the door and started the bus.
Naya ate her banana and drank half her drink before shoving everything into her backpack and relaxing back against the window.
Her focus blurred as the miles passed, and she fell into a restless sleep, jerking awake every time the bus hit a rock or a crack in the pavement. She placed her bags against the window and then leaned against them, using her backpack for a pillow.
Night fell, the few other people on the bus settled down, and the silence inside only accentuated the tires rolling over the pavement. But the steady rhythm made her mind fuzzy and made it impossible for her to stay awake.
She hoped and prayed that when she got to New Mexico, it would be easier for her to take care of herself.