Random Hijacker

By Joseph Logsdon

There was a dead body in the trunk of her car. She had killed him, but what was she going to do with him? Tippy drove along the endless road, hoping to find an answer to her unsolvable problem. She was tired, so tired that she didn't even bother to turn her headlights on. Exhausted and out of breath, Tippy stopped her car. Instead of calling the police, Tippy remained silent. Just as she started to calm down, a man opened her car door.

"Move over," the man commanded, holding a gun in his hand.

"Why, what's this?"

"Bitch, if you don't move, I'll use this thing, got it?"

"Don't be silly, put that thing away," she gasped.

"I'm warning you," he huffed.

Hoping to avoid being murdered, Tippy did as the man commanded. Before she knew what had happened, the man drove away in the car, taking her along for the ride. She was scared, but at the same time, she was also incredibly nervous. Just the thought of him finding the body, made her feel nauseous.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing much, just your car," he laughed.

"I'm serious, what do you want?"

"Bitch, I don't have to answer your question, okay? In case you haven't noticed, I'm carrying a gun. Now, you just sit tight, and within the next hour, I'll be out of your hair," he promised.

"How can I believe you? How do I know that you won't kill me?"

"Well, you don't, do you? What's your name, anyway?"

"Tippy," she answered.

"Hey, that's a pretty nice name. Where'd you get it?"

"My parents gave it to me, of course," she answered.

"Calm down, I was only joking with you. I must say, out of all the people that I've hijacked, I've never met anyone quite like you. You're calm, but at the same time, you're also very nervous. It's troubling, frankly," he sighed.

"Well, we wouldn't want you troubled, would we?"

"You see, right there, that's what I'm talking about," he stated.

"What are you saying?"

"Something's going on here, and whatever it is, I'm going to find out. Now that I think about it, I definitely got in this car for a reason. It wasn't chance, and it wasn't luck, it was fate. Some people don't believe in such things, but I, on the other hand, have always believed in them. Ever since I was a kid, I've been hoping to catch a lucky break. For some unknown reason, I suspect that you might be that break," he laughed.

"I'm no one's break, you fucking pussy. Yeah, you might have a gun, but you don't know how to use it, do you? Of course you don't, because if you did, you would've used it already. Oh, who are you kidding, this isn't a life for you. Why don't you go back home to mommy? If you're good, maybe she'll make you some cake," Tippy laughed.

"Girl, one more word out of you, I'll blow your fucking head off! Do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand, I just don't believe you. I'll tell you what, why don't you prove that you're a real man?"

"Do you want to die?"

"I'm just making conversation, that's all," she stated.

"Well, if you really must know, I'm running from the police. A few miles back, I robbed a jewelry store, and I would've gotten away with it, if it hadn't been for my partner ratting me out," he stated.

"It's a tough world, that's for sure," she replied.

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"It's not that I feel sorry for you, it's just that I know what it's like to never get what you want. No matter how much you love someone, you have to punish them. My husband was a good man, and I loved him. At night, he would always read to me, he was funny that way. I guess, when you love someone that much, it's hard to let them go. Do you know what I mean?"

"Sure, I know what you mean, I just don't care," he sighed.

"Well, how rude," she replied.

"Bitch, we're at the end of the road," he said, stopping the car.

"What do you mean? Are you going to kill me?"

"You could say that, I guess," he answered, taking out his gun.

"Surely, we can work something out?"

"From the moment I got into this vehicle, I knew you were hiding something, something big," he laughed.

"I can assure you, it's nothing. I mean, why would I be hiding something?"

"You tell me," he laughed.

"You can't make me talk, you just can't! I'd rather die than see my name ruined, smeared, forgotten!"

"Oh, so you did do something, then? The plot thickens, I have to say," he laughed.

"You wouldn't kill an innocent woman, would you?"

"That's the thing, you're not so innocent, are you?"

"For the last time, what do you want?"

"If you don't tell me what you're hiding, I'll be forced to use this fucking gun," he threatened.

"Okay, you win. You have to understand, I didn't mean to kill him. He was a good man, make no mistake about that, but I just couldn't take it anymore! Day in and day out, I scrubbed the floor, I waxed the wall, I washed the pavement. What did he do? Nothing! Everything I did, I did for him. He couldn't leave me, I wouldn't let him. When it was all over, I loaded him in the trunk. I just drove, not knowing what to do. Sad, isn't it?"

"Are you saying, that all this time, you had your husband in the trunk of your car?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying," she whimpered.

"You gotta admit, that's pretty sick," he laughed.

"You're probably going to blackmail me, aren't you?"

"Oh, no, I already got what I came for," he stated.

"And what's that?"

"A confession," the man stated, pulling out a police badge.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you really think I was some random hijacker? I saw you put the body into the car, but instead of confronting you, I decided to get a confession out of you. It wasn't easy, God knows it wasn't easy. First, I had to find the right outfit, then I had to get your attention. In the end, however, it was well worth it," he laughed.

"That's impossible, simply, impossible!"

"What seems impossible today, will be possible tomorrow," he laughed.

The End