| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, Leaving¤ ¤Continued pt. 4¤
¤ Louis slows the car as he reaches the front of his apartment building. Pulling the car closer to the curb, his eyes move from straight forward to the sidewalk. The car halts as he looks around for the whore. Leaning over he pops open the passenger door. It swings open and nicks the red pinto parked along the curb. He smirks his mind trying to recall whose car that was. He shrugged as his vision catches Susan; step out from the apartment building. The console presses into his rips as he leans over and yells, “Let’s ****ing go already.” He smirks as his foot reaves up the motor. Louis was sure this could get him where he wanted to go. He had an extended trip planned. He was late on at least a 9 hour-long drive. He wanted to get close to the city of Las Vegas. There was always the twang in the back of his mind reminding him of the sun and its danger.
He gauges he had about 10 hours of the night left. He felt like he was cutting it close. He took the risk; he wasn’t expecting the interruption the young whore brought about. He would use her for a good meal on the go. He smirked the hunger rising up within him. He wasn’t far enough on his trip, so he controlled his urges, to park the car. Using some excuse, and then lean over and tear open her jugular with his canine incisors. His smile widened, as his eyes turn back from the daydream, to the interstate 40. He wondered exactly when Susan would begin to wonder when something was up.
Susan’s head rests against the cool glass of the door. She watches the road; every so often her glance turns to Louis. She wondered why Carrie had moved so far from the city. They must have been driving for a good time. Louis gave her a weird vibe. He seemed like a decent guy one minute, yet seconds later he could be a prick. She glances at him his eyes were on the road driving, either he didn’t notice her on him, or he didn’t care. She assumed he didn’t care; he was a pimp and had plenty of whores. Her eyes divert back out at the side of the road as it zooms by. Her eyes were unable to catch anything just a long blurred line. ¤ |