Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 5

"Oh, Is this your car?" Vera asked, examining my car as we stepped outside of the motel room.

She seemed relatively care free as I hastily got into the car, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"Yes. Get in." I ushered her.
"What's the hurry?" she asked as she opened the door.

My best bet probably wouldn't be to tell her that I wouldn't be caught dead in this area in broad daylight.

"I just...Really want ice cream." I should probably work on my bluffing skills.
"Mhm." Vera mumbled as she got into the car, closing the door as I started up the engine and drove off as fast as I possibly could without violating the rules of the road.

I looked at her from my peripheral vision.
A baggy jeans, tight top and oversized jacket clothed her.
I had to admit that her sense of style was better than mine, but if I had her body I would have definitely showed it off more and used it as an accessory to any outfit.

"You're driving really fast." Vera commented after a few minutes of quietly watching me drive.
"It's not like we're gonna die." I mumbled.

"Are you sure? Because it seems like that's your goal." she shot back, "And I'm not looking to die anytime soon."

Not wanting to die.
I wonder what that's like.
I slowed down the car to make her more comfortable.

"Lucky you but not everyone has a will to live." I continued the conversation.
She shrugged, "I do."
"How is that even possible?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I have a cat to take care of." Vera explained. "If I die, She will have nobody left to take care of her."

I considered her words for a second. I suppose finding reasons as simple as those to be alive did count for something.
Although as we got to know each other better, one night when we were sitting together under the stars, she admitted something to me.

She told me that she wanted to stay alive because she wanted to live. Like really live.
She told me she had dreams of becoming an orthodontist one day, so that she could help people become more confident and smile more.
"The world needs more people smiling." She said.

Vera also told me that she didn't want to be stuck. Stuck being a stripper and stuck in the cycle of poverty.
She had a rough upbringing and wanted to prove that she didn't have to be a fuck up just because her childhood was fucked up. That she actually wanted to make something of her life and "go to restaurants where they serve you  complimentary bread before the meal."

But as of right now, she was still just a woman that I had met a couple of hours ago.
And I'll have you know that getting her to that point of opening up wasn't easy.

"I drive my motorcycle better than you're maneuvering this car." Vera said, staring out of the window.

She likes cats. I like dogs.
She drives a motorcycle. I drive a car.
She likes hardcore drugs. I like sobriety.
Perfect, right?

"I'll have you know that I passed my driving test with flying colours." I said, holding my head up with pride.
"Probably because you threatened to fly the car off of a cliff if they didn't let you pass." Vera muttered, Although I couldn't hear her.

"What did you say?" I looked over at her, not noticing the car that was about to swerve into the lane that we were in.
"Eyes on the road!" Vera commanded to which I immediately obeyed, bringing the car to a halt on the side of the road as the tyres screeched, stopping us mere seconds away from disaster.

We both breathed heavily as the car in front of honked, the driver yelling an array of curse words but at this point they were much too far ahead of us for us to be able to hear anything.