Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (Part Four)
Pairing: Bob Dylan/OC's
Title: Stuck Inside Of Mobile (Part Four)
Rating: Mature
Author: Me, Jazmyn (X
Disclaimer: I own everything but Bob Dylan and the song title belongs to Bob as well <3
Author's Note: This story is based of the song with same title of this story.
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I lay on the bed reading this magazine about 3 times, seeing my face about 5 times.
I’ve got the radio playing as well and Rainy Day Women comes on twice.
I laugh at the reminder of how stoned I was during that recording.
I look out the window, the town is kind of busy, people walking around from store to store or walking their dogs and children.
I light a cigarette and cuss when I realize I only have 5 left. Not enough to last Bob Dylan a whole night and afternoon.
I’ll go out for some more later.
Or maybe I should go now, before it’s dark.
I shrug and pull out my weed, rolling a joint. I smoke it while standing by the window with it cracked open.
Chris is such a dick, I never should have started dating him.
Why is Albert always right?
After I’m good and stoned, I lay back on the bed and just listen to music for a good long while. I don’t even notice that I fall asleep and wake up at about 8pm.
I cuss and crave a cigarette.
I light one up and quickly leave the room to go buy another pack before this one is gone.
My thin blue blazer can barely keep me warm as I walk to the nearest store I can find.
It’s dark so not too many people notice me, but some people glance or stop to look.
As I’m about to enter the store I feel someone grab my arm. I nearly jump and jolt around to see it’s a tall well build strong guy.
“Can I help you?” My voice is still calm and cool but I’m sincerely freaked out.
“Wanna come to a party? Lot’s a drugs, alcohol and sex.” I see the slight grin on his face and I frown.
“I’m okay, man.” I try pulling my arm away.
He’s not letting me go.
“Could you let me go?” I say and he chuckles.
“Yeah.” He lets me go and I quickly walk away and go into the store, feeling his eyes on me still.
I fucking knew it would be a bad idea to go out…
Albert told me not to leave.
God I’m such a dumbass.
I quickly pay for two packs of cigarettes and leave the store in a hast.
“Hey thin man, you still want to turn down my party offer?”
I continue walking, ignoring him. But I soon feel him grab my arm again.
“No, I don’t want to go.” I snap and he doesn’t let me go.
Instead I feel him harshly tug me into an alleyway and pin me to the wall.
My heart is thumping and I’m trying not to scream.
“Come on man, let me go.” I whisper, then I feel his lips press to my neck.
I’m quickly reminded of the feeling of Chris doing the same thing, yesterday morning, during our last romp in the car. And for a split second forget it’s a stranger.
“Let me go!” I yell.
I try to kick or punch or anything, but he’s left me no space and my arms are pinned.
“Holy shit, you’re Bob Dylan!” He pulls my glasses off.
I turn my head away but he grabs it and looks at me as best as he can in the dark.
“You’re so goddamned pretty.”
I want to throw up as his lips press to mine.
“Let me go!”
“What is Bob Dylan doing all the way in Mobile?”
“Just let me go, please.” Times like these I wish I wasn’t so fucking skinny and small.
Against men like this it was an unfair fight.
“Oh I will…” He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, pressed it to my lips, “Eat this.”
I shake my head, having an idea on what it was.
Acid.
“No, please, I don’t need any-“
He puts it on his tongue and then presses his lips to mine again, slipping the square into my mouth.
I’ve done this before, obviously, but only when I feel like it, which isn’t too often.
He pulls away from the kiss and puts a hand over my mouth.
I don’t even bother fighting anymore.
It melts in my mouth and I want to spit it out but his hand is clamped over my mouth still.
Once there’s no more left in my mouth I bring a hand up and pull his hand away, glaring.
He smiles, “Come on, what’s your favorite drug? I’ll get you whatever you wish. I have it all.” He wraps and arm around my waste and begins walking me out of the alleyway.
“I don’t do drugs.” I lie and he scoffs.
“Liar. What is it, cocaine, meth?”
I freeze for a second, “No, I don’t do drugs.” I say firmly.
“Meth isn’t it? I’ve got that. Damn boy, you ever eat? You’re skinny as a bitch. I’ll get you some food too.”
What the hell does that mean? Skinny as a bitch?
Skinny as a woman?
“I’m okay, you can let me go now.”
“Nope, you gotta attend this party with me.”
“Why?” I grumble, giving up on trying to get away.
Might as well, I mean, he isn’t going to let me go.
“Because you’ll make great company.”
“But people will know who I am.” I argue.
“So what.”
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To Be Continued...