To Trust or not to Trust

Misty

He was kind of blathering, my face must have fell when he offered me to share his bed because he quickly started with his reasoning.

hes right i am tired, im so tired and the alcohol has turned it to exhaustion but still, in the confines of his truck if he changes his mind about payment id be helpless.

"you can stay out here with us sweetheart, we'll take good care of ya" another driver from the other table drawls, his eyes are not kind theyre actually terrifying and as his three friends sneer i suddenly feel like a rabbit caught between two predators, i look from one to the other and make my decision, Orions truck it is! hopefully the other guys here are gone by morning.

i follow him to the white Kenworth he opens the door and offers me his hand to get up. i sit in the passenger seat fretting about what might happen.

Orion extends his bed i remove my shoes and sit on the edge, he looks at me his voice soft " no hands love dont be frightened i wouldnt take what is not given to me freely"

He doesnt! I wake in the morning im still fully clothed and feeling rested. my eyes flutter open and meet his deep green eyes that remind me of a cool lagoon, i should drop mine i know i should but i cant im lost in his, the ones that look like the answers to a prayer on a hot summers day yet reflect warmth and kindness and dare i say safety. But tired, did i keep him awake?

"Good morning" i chirp

"I have to leave soon, ive got to get this load delivered, you should give me your number so i can check up on you later, make sure your safe"

i break the eye contact "yeh sure ok" i say sitting up i grab my shoes and put them on he grabs his phone and i prattle off my phone number.

"thanks for all your kindness" i say "one day i hope to pay you back, or pay it forward. its people like you that help me keep my faith in humanity, Thanks again"

"Stay safe, keep your awareness and be careful who you accept a ride from." he sounds gruff but smiles at me, i give him a wave and exit the truck, making my way back over to the tables where we met, its a bit cool and i open my bag to retrieve my hoody, to discover a bottle of water, a can of coke, a bag of lollies, a pack of cigarettes and $20, "for breakfast. be safe little one, until we meet again." the note says.

what an amazing start to the day. by lunchtime i still havent got a ride and instead start searching for one to the other side of town hoping for better luck, at 4pm my phone rings

"where are you?"

"umm" my body tenses it doesnt sound like my ex but it was his standard question before calling me a whore. "whos that?" i ask meekly

"what do you mean whos that how many drivers do you give your number to?" comes the gruff reply, and i instantly know whom the voice belongs to.

"Naww not many just a few who offered to keep there ears to the ground for job prospects i reply" then i cheekily add " oh and this one super hot driver last night he was so nice id marry him"

silence

"did you get your ride?" his voice had softened

"nah but im looking for a ride to the other side of brisvegas instead, reckon ill have better luck going north from there" i feel stupid making such a dum joke, guys just trying to be nice and i threaten him with marriage maybe my voice didnt portray it as a joke the way i intended.

"yeh your probably right, listen dont go anywhere gimme a minute ill call you back". click the phone goes dead.

i sat there staring at my phone. maybe he had a friend or a friend of a friend, im confused, i save his contact to my phone and wait. 6 minutes later his name lights up my phone. i answer

"hey"

"ive booked you a motel room at the oxley, go on over, order from roomservice, ill be back in the morning and ill take you to the train station and send you home via train. No arguments little one, im tired and i dont have the patience for them." click the phone goes dead and i stare at it again. what the fuck.

i sit there contemplating, i g****e the oxley and see that its a motor inn. hes kinda going above and beyond being a kind person but i am tired of being here and the staff are beginning to side eye me. i grab the handle on my suitcase and start walking.

The room has a queen size bed that looks incredibly inviting better quality than your average motor inn a jet bath and small kitchenette, its only rated 3 stars but its luxoury to me, and this guy has got to have more money than sense. i text him and thank him for the room. no reply.

i order room service and ring my pups to let them know id be home tomorrow night.

after i hang up my food arrives, i take a bath and crawl into that bed still no reply. its 8pm and i dr8ft 9ff to sleep.

im jolted awake, theres a sharp impatient tapping on the door, i look at the time, 12.45am.

my hearts racing i stumble as i get out of the bed, theres no peephole i cant see whos there. its not my ex he hasnt bothered me since i left pack grounds, why start now? or maybe it is when will these feelings of fear i get and looking over my shoulder stop?

"who is it?" i call out softly

"Orion, i know its late im sorry i just need to check that your ok you havent answered my calls"

I open the door.