LISA
The longer we remained in the car, the more nervous I get. I was already scared to be alone wit him and we have been driving for hours. He doesn’t look like he is about to stop anytime soon too.
All the nerves has made my bladder full and now I really want to pee. But I don’t even want to speak and tell him. I had thought of braving it and telling him I needed to ease myself. Then images of the wolf from yesterday kept slipping into my head and I couldn’t risk it.
I had pictured my body on the road, lifeless and probably missing vital organs. Like my heart. So, yes, the best option was to shut up and let the pee stab my insides, if I explode, then so be it.
“Stop that.” I jumped hone he hissed the words out.
I stared at him, my eyes wide and showing my fear form his tone and the
