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Chaelisa || Gas Station ||

|| Gas Station ||

Platinum Blonde Rosé and Jet Black haired Lisa era (｡'▽'｡)♡

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By the looks of it, she's completely alone in whatever the place was. She's literally in the middle of nowhere. With a deep sigh, she rummaged her eyes around, trying to find any possible hope to get out of the place but she's out of luck, she found nothing.

In her defence, she dialed all of her contact list only to hear that universal 'try again later' from the other line.

She buried her face in her palms and raked her hair. She's almost close to crying when she shockingly still caught the red writings even with her eyes brimming with tears.

It was a number with a little message "Call this number if you're lost."

She immediately fished her phone from her pocket and dialed the number. It rang a few minutes before the person finally answered. She sighed in relief and looked up at the pitched black sky. 

"Hello?" It was a girl, seemingly trying to keep vigil.

"Um, sorry for the inconvenience but I saw these messages on the wall with your number on it. And, I-uh, need help, please."

"Help with what?" Then this time, the person's voice was more attentive.

"I need a lift." She exhaled and warily looked around.

"Sure, hold on." The girl from the other line said shortly after hanging up.

After some time, she wasn't certainly sure if the girl that she just talked to really does know where she is or how will she pick her up.

But she decided not to over think and just waited for her last hope; the person on the other line.

She waited until a red jeep pulled in front of her.

"You said you need a lift?" The sleepy voice of the gorgeous brunette filled the eerie void of silence.

"Yes, please?" She asked politely.

The brunette yawned before nodding her in, "Of course. Hop right in,"

The latter smiled appreciatively and went inside. She fastened the seatbelt and closed the door as the car driver maneuver through the empty place and drives straight away to the murk road.

A quiet mellow rock song is playing on the radio while they raked the practically bushy road.

When the brunette suddenly cleared her throat to break the ice, "If you don't mind me asking but what leads you here?" Making the platinum haired beauty turn her head towards the her.

"I don't know as well. I know it's weird,"

The brunette's brows met in confusion but nodded her head nonetheless. She's just out of words. She didn't know what to say. This is too confusing for a Saturday passed midnight—Lalisa Manoban's philosophy.

But the fact that she might be a victim of a kidnapping or anything as such was burned into her brain at the moment. She glanced again, looking for any bruises or wounds that might prove something. But she saw nothing. She really don't know if she could trust the latter hence her remaining silent.

So the platinum haired girl took it as her cue to start the small talk, "How did you know the way here though?"

The brunette thought twice if she should answer but she eventually shrugged, occasionally glancing at the girl beside her, "That abandoned gas station was my family's property. But as what you've saw, it's already knocked off and dusty,"