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Gwathagor · 01-15-2010, 10:01 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYHGh6lmSbo

Her mother hadn't noticed when Rosalita had snuck out the front door, out onto the street, where a waiting car had whirled her away. It was only the bus brought her father home from the factory that her absence was detected. They all knew what had happened and who she was with. Her father called the police.

Rosalita sat in the backseat with Sloppy Sue and the Barefoot Girl, their guys in the front, as the car sped and swerved down the highway, windows down, hands out the windows, hair flying. Free. Rock and roll blasted through the speakers. Laughter and cigarette smoke floated out behind them. The driver looked back at Rosie and flashed her a grin. Rosie smiled back. Her parents said he would come to no good, that he was a ne'er do well - but Rosalita didn't care. He wouldn't always be poor; in fact, he had promised to take her away to California as soon as his record deal pulled through.

His smile disappeared as his gaze was drawn out through the rear windshield. Flashing lights. He turned to face the road ahead and settled in the seat.

"Seat belts on, windows up," he said. "Here we go."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGMPNGCrn5A

And they went, speeding down the empty country road, the police car hot on their tail.

Thirty minutes later, the band of young people were standing on the side of the road, their battered car lying in the ditch, while a policeman grilled them. In the end they were let off with fines and warnings and allowed to go their way - all but Rosalita.

She found herself shoved in the backseat of the police car and dropped off at home minutes later, where her mother railed and cried while her silent, furious father led her to her windowless attic room, slammed the door shut - and then locked her in. She listened as his footsteps faded away down the stairs, then threw herself on her bed and fell into a tortured sleep. She didn't bother to cry, because she knew there would be plenty of time for that later, when her father would return drunk, with that glazed, desperate look his eyes. And then he would beat her.

***
Night 3 has begun.

The Living
Johnny 99 - Nogrod
City Dude - Inziladun
Gypsy Biker - Shasta
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya
Mary - Rikae
Crazy Janey - Alonariel
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin
Wendy - Lariren

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent
Rosalita - Loslote - Innocent

01-15-2010, 10:01 PM	#240
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYHGh6lmSbo Her mother hadn't noticed when Rosalita had snuck out the front door, out onto the street, where a waiting car had whirled her away. It was only the bus brought her father home from the factory that her absence was detected. They all knew what had happened and who she was with. Her father called the police. Rosalita sat in the backseat with Sloppy Sue and the Barefoot Girl, their guys in the front, as the car sped and swerved down the highway, windows down, hands out the windows, hair flying. Free. Rock and roll blasted through the speakers. Laughter and cigarette smoke floated out behind them. The driver looked back at Rosie and flashed her a grin. Rosie smiled back. Her parents said he would come to no good, that he was a ne'er do well - but Rosalita didn't care. He wouldn't always be poor; in fact, he had promised to take her away to California as soon as his record deal pulled through. His smile disappeared as his gaze was drawn out through the rear windshield. Flashing lights. He turned to face the road ahead and settled in the seat. "Seat belts on, windows up," he said. "Here we go." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGMPNGCrn5A And they went, speeding down the empty country road, the police car hot on their tail. Thirty minutes later, the band of young people were standing on the side of the road, their battered car lying in the ditch, while a policeman grilled them. In the end they were let off with fines and warnings and allowed to go their way - all but Rosalita. She found herself shoved in the backseat of the police car and dropped off at home minutes later, where her mother railed and cried while her silent, furious father led her to her windowless attic room, slammed the door shut - and then locked her in. She listened as his footsteps faded away down the stairs, then threw herself on her bed and fell into a tortured sleep. She didn't bother to cry, because she knew there would be plenty of time for that later, when her father would return drunk, with that glazed, desperate look his eyes. And then he would beat her. *** Night 3 has begun. The Living Johnny 99 - Nogrod City Dude - Inziladun Gypsy Biker - Shasta Bad Scooter - Isabellkya Mary - Rikae Crazy Janey - Alonariel Boardwalk Sandy - Sally Jersey Girl - Wilwarin Wendy - Lariren The Dead Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter) Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent Rosalita - Loslote - Innocent __________________ Stories and songs. Last edited by Gwathagor; 01-16-2010 at 09:20 PM.