DuckieSue
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~Leah Farmer~
Oceanic eyes scanned the outer edges of the motel room’s ceiling. So plain compared to what she had left back home in Wyoming. Most of the houses back home had some sort of special thing to them but nothing special about that ******* motel room Leah and her so called boyfriend were staying. She squirmed her spine across the uncomfortable spring mattress, not being able to get one bit content. She closed her eyes lightly, exhaling deeply as she placed her hands roughly over her face. In a matter of seconds though she felt a slight tickle on the top of her foot which made her eyes open wide while sitting up rubbing her foot. She felt a beetle-like body underneath her palm. She lifted her hand to find a cockroach twitching in her hand. “God damn it!” She spat shaking her hand out, jumping off the bed. It had been like this for four whole months going to motel to motel one after another just as nasty. She began carelessly pulling out the drawers before throwing a suitcase onto the end of the bed. “What do you think your doing baby?” The yankee accent calmly questioned as the man pulled her arm from the drawer, spinning her to look at him when she didn’t answered. She snatched her arm back from his tight grip. “What does it look like Ashton. **** you. **** this damn motel. **** that ***** your cheating on me with too.” She yelled wanting so badly to just punch his balls off. His expression fell at her last words. “How did you know?” He questioned looking at her face from the mirror as she turned starting to pack the little that she had into the suitcase. “You’ve never been the sharpest tool in the shed. My father was right. When your stupid your just screwed for life. I know you have problems seeing yourself naked but maybe when your cheating I thought you knew after ******* someone to wash up. Tell her that her perfume smells somewhat like a wet poodle.” She said calmly with a light teasing smirk across her face. She placed on her camouflage coat she hadn’t worn in a great while before zipping up the stuffed suitcase. “Baby can’t we just stop. Please.” She sat on the edge of the bed for a split second pulling her Bradley cowgirl boots onto her feet before grabbing the suitcase and stood up laughing at his silly question. “That’s what she said.” Leah mused as opening and closing the door behind her.
She walking hurriedly through the lobby and out of the trashy motel into the real world. The street lights sparked once or twice like they always did. She ran her finger though her light hair loving the sound of the boots clicking across the cement. It reminded her so much of a few years back in Wyoming square dancing and the sound of the guys whistling their asses off. God she missed being famous in a small town. She had to do something right now, no mistaken her first gut feeling, no more questioning herself.
30 hours later…
Her long blonde hair waving in fresh Wyoming air, probably recovering her lunges from all that New York polluted air. Singing aloud to Back and Black in her ol’ ford that was almost as old as herself. It felt so right. She slowed spinning into the gravel parking lot of the gas station in Jackson. Her hometown. She closed the door carelessly behind herself as she was breathless as one of her old bestfriends walked through the screen door. He glanced over at her before completely halting and turning back to totally recognize her. “Oh my dear sweet lord” He muttered as he jogged over to her spreading his arms out for her. That made her smile brighter, guys actually having respect and not just touching without a gesture. She pulled her arms across his back laughing with light tears in her eyes thinking about how she might have to learn her whole town over again? She pulled back from his firm grip, him grinning ear to ear that old familiar smile she had seen for her whole life. "Look at you. I mean just look at you. Damn girl your looking like low-fat sex on a stick." His deep voice made her smile brighter. "Thank you. Look at yourself. Been working out I see..." She let her voice trail as spotted another familiar face coming out of the gas station. Someone that she wished she hadn't. The man that she had known all her left. The one that got down on one knee for her. The one she had left for the city.
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