This is my first submitted story and I've never done writing before so any constructive criticism is welcome. A very big thank you to my editor thisname isntakenyet for accepting the challenge. There is some violence in the story so if you own, or lease a crying closet, this story may not be for you. Also there is no sex, in this chapter anyway, so if you are looking for that, best to keep moving along.
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I was driving home from a business meeting in central Pennsylvania, with no hurry to be anywhere anytime soon. I took a detour to the area where I grew up. It's a rural county in eastern Ohio only a half hour off my route so it was not a big deal. I hadn't seen the area in almost a decade. My parents had gone the snowbird route and retired to the south. The family farm was still owned by my parents, at least for a while, but my dad's younger brother and his newest brood with his third wife were running it. As I got closer, I noticed that almost all of the farms were still there. Some had sold off a lot or two along the road frontage for someone to build a house, but other than that, the fields and farms were still there.
I was still a short distance from the farm but ducked off onto a dirt road which led to a creek where a lot of us neighborhood kids met to swim, skinny dip after dark and explore our blossoming sexuality. As I drove, I noticed dust hanging in the air. It got heavier the further I went so I thought I was about to catch up to someone. Maybe the old swimming hole still existed, or maybe it was a farmer on his way to or from his field.
Then I saw an older car pulled partially off the road into the grass. It was a Ford Taurus, around a 1998 or so from what I could tell. God those things were a piece of junk. I wasn't surprised to see it on the side of the road. One of the old sayings from my youth as a Chevy guy was that FORD was short for Found On Road Dead. The driver's door was open and there was a woman kicking at the driver's side front tire. I pulled up behind the car, still mostly on the roadway, parked and got out. I could hear her cussing out the flat tire, the car, the road and just about everything else at the moment.
She was so caught up in her tirade that she didn't hear me come up behind her. From the backside, she looked really nice. She was about 5'4 with long black hair that went over half way down her back. When it reached the middle, it was feathered to a point, much like an arrow head, pointing to the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a well-worn pair of jeans that deserved a Medal of Valor for the job they were doing, both containing and displaying that gorgeous butt. Her legs were perfect in size, muscular, yet camouflaged in smooth curves. Her hips seemed a bit wide but it was only because her waist was so small. The flare out from her waist gave the impression of wide hips but they weren't. Her shoulders and arms looked in proportion and they looked soft and smooth with a very nice tan.
She wore a pair of black flat shoes which I noticed because she was kicking the tire really hard and I thought she had to be hurting her foot. When she finally turned around and saw me, she stopped and stared at me with a blank look. Likely because I was staring back with a similar blank look, feeling every bit like I had been hit with a surge of electricity. She was incredibly beautiful. Her black hair contoured around and enveloped her face, like the old Jennifer Aniston look. I love bangs. Her face was round, with a small, very cute rounded nose. Her lips were full and her breasts were perfect. They stood straight out and were full. I don't have a clue how to decipher the breast size chart labyrinth. All I cared about was they looked to be a shade more than a handful. The job her bra was doing at the very least deserved an Honorable Mention if not a Medal of Commendation. Looking at her, she just looked... soft. She didn't look overweight by any means. Everything was smooth and blended together flawlessly.
"Oh shit. Get out of here before he shows up!" She yelled. "If he finds you here he is gonna kill both of us!"
It took a couple seconds for me to realize that she was talking...to me.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck. Get outta here! Did you hear me?" she yelled again.
"Uh...yeah I heard you. Who is "he"?"
"My husband. Soon to be ex-husband." She walked toward me and repeated, almost screaming.
"Get out of here before he shows up!" She appeared to be borderline hysterical, but I wasn't sure which side of the border she was on. As I looked at her, I noticed that around her left eye and down to the top of her cheek, her skin looked a little yellow, different than the rest of her complexion. Like she had a black eye that was a day or two from disappearing.
Just then, I heard the distant sound of a loud engine under full power in the distance from the direction that I had come from.
"Oh shit. That's his truck. God dammit! Fuck, I gotta get out of here."
She started to get into the car when I grabbed her arm.
"Miss, you can't drive..."
She turned to me with complete terror in her eyes and recoiled at my touch. I noticed on her arm she had what looked like bruises that were almost gone also. With everything that I had seen in the last minute, I was not at all liking what was about to happen.
"I'm sorry but you can't drive on that flat. You need it changed. Let's deal with your husband first and then we'll change it."
She calmed down a little when I let her arm go although she still had that fear in her face.
"Look. If you don't leave right now, we are both in a world of shit. Just leave me and get out of here!" she said.
"No. I'm not leaving and I'm not leaving you with him until I know you are okay. Do you have your phone with you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Get your camera ready."
"Why? The..."
"Just do it!"
I didn't think I raised my voice too much but she cowered at the sound of my voice. My thought was that her husband had really fucked her up.
The truck came flying up and skidded to a stop at the rear corner of my truck. The driver's door flew open and a guy jumped out, a tire thumper in his hand. He stood just this side of his truck door, maybe not exactly knowing what to do seeing me there.
"Jessie! You and the kids get the fuck in this truck. Right now!"
She was standing near me and moved a little closer to me as he yelled. Then she stood defiantly, with her feet together and stomped her foot as she screamed.
"Fuck you, asshole!" She was screaming so forcefully she was actually bent forward towards him. "I don't ever want to see you again!"
I thought she looked really cute doing that. It was such a girlie thing.
The guy had a wild look in his eyes from the moment he got out of his truck but this defiance from her only enraged him more. I wasn't sure if he was hopped up on something or not. He smacked the hood of the truck with the thumper and then pointed it in our direction.
"Jessie, if you don't get in this truck right fuckin now...you know what's going to happen."
