Rest Stop Page #3

F***ing a**holes!

What a bunch of weirdoes.

God.

And that kid in the back,

what a freak.

Stupid camera. Jesus Christ.

"He followed me. I don't know why.

September, 1992."

"KZL 303 after me. '86."

"He's gonna kill me. 1971."

It's gonna be okay.

Oh, f*** you. F*** you.

F***! F*** you.

Hey?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

What's your name?

Tracy.

Tracy Kress.

I'm Nicole.

Don't worry, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of there.

How...?

How long have I been in here?

I don't know.

He must have done it

when I was off with those a**holes.

Who?

There's this guy stalking me.

- He drives a yellow truck...

- Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Please keep him away!

Don't let him in! Oh, God!

It's okay. He's not here right now.

He's got my boyfriend somewhere.

On the bus. He's got him on the bus.

- What are you talking about?

- The driver, he's got this place.

That's where he took me.

That's where I woke up.

He kept me there...

... for, I don't know, hours?

Days?

- F***.

- Years?

- What did he do?

- Oh, God.

God. Oh, God.

What does he want?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He told me I got what I deserved.

What does that mean?

All I know is, my mom used to

say the same thing...

...when I had done something wrong.

"You'll get what you deserve."

Maybe I shouldn't have done it.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

Tracy, what did you do?

I stole some money

from my momma's purse.

Not a lot. Like 50 bucks.

I wanted to see the Stones.

The Rolling Stones.

They were playing in Tucson.

I never made it.

Did he...?

Oh, God.

Oh, God! Now he's back!

He's back. He's coming.

Tracy, quiet.

He's coming! Please!

Don't let him in, please!

Don't let him in, please.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

He's leaving.

I'm gonna make sure, okay?

Hey!

Who the hell are you, huh?

What did you do with Jess?

You f***ing pervert!

Get the f*** out of here!

No!

Don't let him in.

Oh, don't let him in. Don't let him in.

He'll be back.

The driver, he always comes back.

We'll be long gone before then.

He'll find us.

He'll take us to the bus.

Tracy...

...how did you get away from there?

How'd you escape?

I don't know.

You must have escaped somehow.

He's not Superman.

He's not human.

I thought a lot about it...

...when he was doing me.

The only thing I could do

to keep from just dying was to wonder.

How could anybody...?

How could any real person do this?

So I realized...

...he wasn't real.

He wasn't a person like you or me.

He had to be some kind of monster.

Tracy.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

I've got clothes in my car you can put on,

then we're gonna start walking.

- He'll find us.

- No, he won't.

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