Alternate ending
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G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
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G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,170
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Alternate ending
“Jim..”
“Don’t worry Grace, you’ll be ok, he doesn’t know were here, but even so you keep the curtains drawn and the door locked.”
“Jim I’m so frightened…why is he doing this to us? What did we ever do to him?” She broke down into sobs and sniffles.
He held her, “shhh Grace, I don’t know why, I’ll find help don’t you worry, sit tight.” He pointed in the direction of the bathroom “the gun is in there if you need it.” Wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb, he kissed her then headed towards the door, glancing back he said softly, “I love you.”
“Oh Jim” she replied “I love you too, you be careful and hurry!”
With a nod Jim stepped out of the motel room into the night and shut the door. Grace immediately did what he had said, she closed all the curtains and locked the door.
She walked over to the bed and sat down, she wiped her nose with a tissue, what if Jim never returned? Perhaps John would find and kill him, the thought made her feel sick. “John…that bastard, that evil, murdering, disgusting excuse for a human being!”
Weeping again she removed all her clothes and pulled on a strappy top and knickers from her suitcase as It had suddenly occurred to her she had not slept at all since this living nightmare had begun, and the motel room bed looked so comfortable and appealing.
Pulling back the covers, she climbed in and got cosy, the sheets smelled freshly washed. She picked up the television remote control next to her bed and turned it on, she only recognised one of the films that was playing, it was Alfred Hitchcock’s “The birds.”
“Might as well watch this” she thought, as she needed something to take her mind off the horror she had endured for the past couple of days, something to keep her occupied while she eagerly awaited Jim's return.
Unable to keep her eyes open, It wasn’t long before she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Grace was woken by the light touch of a hand on her leg, she moaned softly, the hand moved upwards towards her thigh, then down again.
“Jim…” she said sleepily…“is that you?”
There was no reply.
The hand moved up again sliding between her legs.
“Jim” she giggled, still half asleep…“your making me horny”
Then came a gruff voice she knew well, but it wasn’t Jim's, “I’m fucking horny too!”
Wide awake now, Grace gasped and turned round, she began to scream when she saw John Ryder lying next to her staring at her, but her scream was quickly cut off when he clamped his giant hand over her mouth, the man aggressively rolled his heavy body on top of her and pinned her to the bed, Grace’s breath was pushed out of her by the huge man.
“Shhh!” He whispered, “I hate screamers..”
Grace’s eyes were wide with shock as she struggled and writhed beneath him. How the hell had he found her? How had he got in here?!
"Your a good looking girl Grace" he breathed in her face "really you are, since the moment I saw you in the car I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to fuck you."
Grace screamed harder and struggled more, then an idea popped into her head and without further thinking, she sank her teeth into the skin of his hand.
He cried out in pain “BITCH” he yelled, pulling her up by her hair, he back handed her savagely across the cheek bone making her body twist to the side, she grasped her face and gasped.
He grabbed her and rolled her back over to face him “I can tell your not going to cooperate with me Grace, so excuse me when I..”
Grace felt a gargantuan blow to her forehead, a searing pain, dizziness…she gurgled, she saw stars and felt a trickle of blood flow down between her eyes, and all in the few seconds after the monster had head butted her. Eyes closing, blurred vision, she saw John sitting on top of her rubbing his head. Desperate to stay conscious but unable to, she drifted off into a deep pit of blackness..
“Don’t worry Grace, you’ll be ok, he doesn’t know were here, but even so you keep the curtains drawn and the door locked.”
“Jim I’m so frightened…why is he doing this to us? What did we ever do to him?” She broke down into sobs and sniffles.
He held her, “shhh Grace, I don’t know why, I’ll find help don’t you worry, sit tight.” He pointed in the direction of the bathroom “the gun is in there if you need it.” Wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb, he kissed her then headed towards the door, glancing back he said softly, “I love you.”
“Oh Jim” she replied “I love you too, you be careful and hurry!”
With a nod Jim stepped out of the motel room into the night and shut the door. Grace immediately did what he had said, she closed all the curtains and locked the door.
She walked over to the bed and sat down, she wiped her nose with a tissue, what if Jim never returned? Perhaps John would find and kill him, the thought made her feel sick. “John…that bastard, that evil, murdering, disgusting excuse for a human being!”
Weeping again she removed all her clothes and pulled on a strappy top and knickers from her suitcase as It had suddenly occurred to her she had not slept at all since this living nightmare had begun, and the motel room bed looked so comfortable and appealing.
Pulling back the covers, she climbed in and got cosy, the sheets smelled freshly washed. She picked up the television remote control next to her bed and turned it on, she only recognised one of the films that was playing, it was Alfred Hitchcock’s “The birds.”
“Might as well watch this” she thought, as she needed something to take her mind off the horror she had endured for the past couple of days, something to keep her occupied while she eagerly awaited Jim's return.
Unable to keep her eyes open, It wasn’t long before she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Grace was woken by the light touch of a hand on her leg, she moaned softly, the hand moved upwards towards her thigh, then down again.
“Jim…” she said sleepily…“is that you?”
There was no reply.
The hand moved up again sliding between her legs.
“Jim” she giggled, still half asleep…“your making me horny”
Then came a gruff voice she knew well, but it wasn’t Jim's, “I’m fucking horny too!”
Wide awake now, Grace gasped and turned round, she began to scream when she saw John Ryder lying next to her staring at her, but her scream was quickly cut off when he clamped his giant hand over her mouth, the man aggressively rolled his heavy body on top of her and pinned her to the bed, Grace’s breath was pushed out of her by the huge man.
“Shhh!” He whispered, “I hate screamers..”
Grace’s eyes were wide with shock as she struggled and writhed beneath him. How the hell had he found her? How had he got in here?!
"Your a good looking girl Grace" he breathed in her face "really you are, since the moment I saw you in the car I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to fuck you."
Grace screamed harder and struggled more, then an idea popped into her head and without further thinking, she sank her teeth into the skin of his hand.
He cried out in pain “BITCH” he yelled, pulling her up by her hair, he back handed her savagely across the cheek bone making her body twist to the side, she grasped her face and gasped.
He grabbed her and rolled her back over to face him “I can tell your not going to cooperate with me Grace, so excuse me when I..”
Grace felt a gargantuan blow to her forehead, a searing pain, dizziness…she gurgled, she saw stars and felt a trickle of blood flow down between her eyes, and all in the few seconds after the monster had head butted her. Eyes closing, blurred vision, she saw John sitting on top of her rubbing his head. Desperate to stay conscious but unable to, she drifted off into a deep pit of blackness..