You flag down an old pickup truck

Your mind continues to reel from what just happened. Rick is gone, there's no way that he survived that fall. You barely knew the guy and he was a massive prick, but for some reason your whole body was numb and there was a knot in your chest. Maybe you should have stayed and called the cops, but you conclude that bed is made and it's time to lay in it. A pair of headlights appear from behind you and without a second thought, you hold your thumb out. The classic hitchhiking motion. The sound of a rattling engine engulfs your ears and an old beaten down pickup pulls up beside you. Inside the bed of the truck are two bales of hay. For a moment you can't see who is driving, but once he parks the trick and opens the passenger door for you the cab light turns on.

"Hey Girl, where you headin'?" The man in the driver's seat is an older man. Probably in his mid to late forties. his dark hair is graying and his face is covered in thick stubble from a poorly maintained beard that appears to be graying faster than the rest of his hair. His dark red tank top barely covers a heavy gut that rolls over his belt. He takes another look at your torn dress a slight expression of concern passes his face briefly. "You okay girl?"

"Yeah" You gasp and nod as you barely comprehend what he's saying. Unknown to you, your mind is basically running on autopilot from the shock of watching a fellow classmate fall to his **** in front of you...even if he wasn't your favorite person. "I need a ride home. I don't live far, can you take me?"

"Sure!" he nods and motions to the passenger's seat "Hop right in. "

You should be scared. Your better judgment ought to be screaming not to get into the vehicle with a random stranger in the middle of the night. However, your judgment isn't really functioning properly right now. Without a second thought, you climb into the low riding truck and close the door. You mutter a thanks before relaxing in the seat as the truck begins to move.

"M' name's Nelson, little lady. I own a farm not too far out of town. Might I know who I'm riding with tonight and where we're headed?" He watches the road while he drives, but continues passing glances at you "And are you sure that you're fine? You're pale as a ghost."

"My name's Melissa."You mumble before giving him directions to your home. Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you see that indeed you're about as pale as you've ever seen yourself.

"Hmm," Nelson thinks for a moment. "I don't think there's a resident in town that doesn't know that place. Nicest house in the neighborhood for the richest family around...and apparently one sexy teen daughter." His glance passes across your body, but you don't notice that or his offhand comment.

The trip homewards is quiet and you don't make any conversation with Nelson. You simply sit in your seat and stare out the front window. However, you don't seem to be able to get comfortable. At one point, you're sitting on your hands, then your arms are crossed your prominent bosom. All the meanwhile, Nelson watches you and while he doesn't touch you directly, you catch his hand working the gearshift of his truck and can only guess that he's probably thinking about. Finally, after about ten minutes, Nelson's gruff voice pulls you out of your stupor. "Well looks like this is your stop girl..."

Sure enough, looking forward you see the turnoff to your house. Finally, after the longest night of your life, it seems as if it's about to end. You can go home and sleep this off like a bad nightmare.