“What the fu-ck are you doing?!” I yelled, grabbing tight to my seat but the man only flashed me another smile, not feeling regret at all.
“I thought you would love this.”
“Well no I don't. Stop the car!”
He didn't listen. I couldn't do much other than throwing him a glare and hanging on for dear life as he sped madly, clearly having fun.
Is it okay that I only hate him now?
He finally pulled up in front of an old building in a deserted area. I rushed to unbuckle my seat belt, almost flying outside to empty my bowel.
“Sorry for that sister in-law.” he came up to me and the glare I threw his way could literally melt his two colored hair into what would look like paint.
He smiled sheepishly, pulling open the back door before he dragged out the hostage.
Ryan Wyatt. I wondered how he
