Hitch a ride

Krissy wasn't going to ask that bastard that just fucked her for help and she sure wasn't going back home after what her stepdad had done to her earlier tonight. She wasn't keen on the idea of hitchhiking, but she was also running short on options.

Walking briskly around the front of the bar, careful to avoid notice by anyone inside or out in front, Krissy walked out onto the cold and windy road that led out of her small town. The town was small, but there was a fair amount of traffic in the town since it was built near an interstate and a lot of folks stopped here to get gas, before they go the hell out and back to civilization.

Hugging herself tightly to keep a little warmer and to hide the tear in her shirt, Krissy started off down the road out of town, hoping someone, anyone would stop to help her.