Catch a ride

She watched Frank hop out of the cab of his truck and walk backwards the dumpsters, lifting the lids and looking carefully through each one. After checking each dumpster he gave a tiny shrug and walked back to the cab of his truck.

Christina glanced back towards the avenue, seeing a lone car pass by. School got out shortly before a lot of people got off of work- if she took her time going home by foot then it get more busy any minute and she’d miss this window of calm. She also couldn’t see anyone walking around, though she knew that she could only see a portion of the avenue- other trees and bushes obscured the view.

Do I really want to do this? If he actually heads home it’ll be the fastest way to escape this nightmare. The avenue will get more crowded soon, maybe very soon… But if he doesn’t turn down our street… Well I suppose I could hop off at the corner and I’d still be closer to home by then.

She watched Frank climb back into his truck, close the door and the vehicle started up. She dropped out of the tree and rolled out from under the branches, hopping to her feet and dashing for the back of his truck. It started pulling forward slowly and she tried to increase her pace. She really didn’t want to miss her chance.

Please don’t check your mirror please don’t check your mirror…

The car started to speed up and Christina fell in immediately behind it. She reached out with one hand, grabbing onto the tailgate. Leaping up she got her left foot securely on the bumper then her right foot. She squatted down low to stay behind the various pieces of lumber and trash bags filled with who knows what that blocked Frank’s view. The truck picked up speed as she looked around to make sure there was no one behind her to gape at her naked stunt. She didn’t see anyone and felt the tiniest bit of relief.

The truck slowed fractionally as it approached the avenue she would have to pass to get home before turning left and heading towards the street they both lived on. The first thing that could go majorly wrong for her went right.

She felt the truck accelerate, vibrations coming through the metal of the bumper she stood on but she knew he wouldn’t be able to speed up much before reaching the next turn, onto their street. It wasn’t far down the avenue from the parking lot which was good in terms of getting home fast but not perfect if anyone happened to be driving or walking on the path they had to take to get home.

Without warning she suddenly realized another car was coming from the opposite direction. She had barely enough time to duck her head behind her arm as they passed. She had no clue if the driver had seen her, but Christina instinctively hid her face- even if they saw her body she could hope that they wouldn’t recognize her if they didn’t see her face.

The truck temporarily slowed again before turning right. Glancing up she was able to confirm that it was the street she lived on. A tiny jolt of joy coursed through her heart, the first remotely positive emotion she’d felt since the shower at school.

She felt the truck accelerate again, passing the first houses, then starting to cross the second- Christina lived in the third house on the left. She hadn’t accounted for possible difficulty in getting off the truck while it was driving. It wasn’t going terribly fast, likely not even twenty miles an hour yet, but still faster than she could run. But she couldn’t just stay here until he stopped, he was several houses further away.

The end of the second house became visible and she hopped off the bumper, bracing her legs to run. She hit the asphalt hard on her feet and stumbled, almost catching her balance but then landing face first on the ground. Forcing herself back on her feet, she glanced around, saw no one-

No time to check windows god please don’t let anyone see this-

-and clapped her hands back in front of her breasts and vagina before sprinting towards her house.

She knew the front door would be locked and ran straight for the side of her house. Aside from a thin strip of lawn her parents had a rock garden alongside the wall where they kept a fake rock with a key. Christina paused only long enough to snag the rock, then kept running for the fence that lead to her back yard.

She pulled the fence open, realized that she could hear another car coming down her street and darted into the opening, quickly pulling the gate shut behind her. The car passed leisurely on the street, and Christina practically collapsed, sitting with her back against the fence. Her heart raced, and she allowed herself a second to catch her breath and wipe a tear from her eye. Popping the rock open she took the spare key, slowly got to her feet and walked to the back door of her house.