6. Sliding the door..
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Adrian had a known smirk and as usual he didn't bother to hide it.
"Me and you?" Tori blurted out, half smiling at Dylan.
It was Dylan's turn to smirk.
"Let's get going, shall we?" Adrian winked at me. I sucked in a breath. He was calling for a fight with Dylan.
Lucky he, Dylan was too busy whispering to Tori.
I looked at Dylan who seemed quite normal.
And Dylan being normal after having talked to Adrian was not normal!!
"I expect you to be back in a month" he looked at me, making me frown. That means, he's letting me go.
What the hell did Adrian tell him?
I nodded slowly. As I descended the stairs, a feeling of nausea took over. I ignored it somehow, making it to the bedroom. I don't want to get sick.
Surprise! My clothes weren't there on the bed. All packed in the big red suitcase and I see it being carried out of the house.
I breathed heavily, all seems like a dream. Me, moving out and with Adrian. Wierd, but it's a nice wierd.
I am moving out. As in going away from this house! Away from Dylan. I shut my eyes. I don't want this.
I don't want to do this. I felt a stinging sensation in my nose, the one you which tells you you're about to cry. Yeah, that very one!
I'm not weak. Why would I even cry? I won't. I'm just going away for a while and it's all good. Not like he's forcing me or something.
Signing the contract, you did it willingly, right!
The sarcasm I tell you!
My dear brain, not now, not when I need you the most.
But I was excited too.
Too many mixed emotions.
I stood up slowly, I'm not going away to fight a war, just a different place to live in.
I decided not to try and make myself feel better because all it's doing is worsening the situation.
I soon found myself in a sports car. A bright red with a black stripe finish. I must admit his taste is appreciable.
But then again, I never doubted his choices, me being one of them.
I heard the door close next to me and I turned towards the man that had me listening to everything he says. He looked ahead, starting the beast as I decide to call it.
Guess why?
The speed!
My hair was all in my face and the wind whipping through wasn't helping me either.
"Can you slow down?" I screamed as found it difficult to breathe.
"Just the start babe."
Tell me I heard that wrong.
I didn't?
There goes my hope! He sped up for all I know. I struggled to pull my hair in a bun, securing it with a hair clip that I don't regret I had carried, anymore.
"I'm telling you.." my voice broke, I couldn't outshout the wind. He smirked, shaking his head, signalling that he couldn't hear me.
Though I doubt it. I know he can. And that he is enjoying seeing me like this.
He knows how much I love the speed. Too much. Just not when I am inside the car!
I don't want to die alright! I have a whole lot of things I have to do yet.
I cannot miss Riverdale! Season 3 is going on and I'm going to die if I don't watch what will happen next.
I had added a whole lot of books on Dreame to my library! I am not going to let him kill me!
Not to forget I still had to buy a pet dog and name it Jason. No asking me why, because I am not going to tell you guys.
Any guesses?
Anyway, let's get back to the current situation where I am sitting next to a man good enough to win any race if he wanted.
I would even say he ought to go join the fast and the furious team!
You know where the car is in flames and he still manages to win. Yeah that one!
And I definitely cannot die without watching The fast and the furious 9. I hope they make the next movie.
I'm really hoping to see it on the big screen.
I bet you're wondering how a girl like me, who loves everything about racing and speed, is scared of speed.
Let me tell you, it is one thing to watch and another to experience.
"Excuse me?" I tried. No reply! Great!
I slapped him on his shoulder, hard, making him step on the brakes.
Like always, I ended up hitting my head to the dashboard. Eh?
Fooled you right there.
I would have, if Adrian wouldn't have been fast enough to put his hand between the dashboard and me.
The hit had an impact anyway, but much less painful I bet.
So, I fooled myself?
Because I did end up hitting the dashboard but with a cushion in between.
I expected Adrian to be angry, but I was wrong. He was smirking instead. I was still shaky, my breaths coming out short and fast as I contemplated the situation.
"I was about to die" I muttered.
He rose a brow, trying best not to laugh.
"I was about to die, because of YOU!" I yelled. How dare he put me in danger.
"You didn't" he stated, as a matter of fact.
"Well duh! I wouldn't be talking if I did" I tried opening the door.
I looked at him, he read my expression, he better open the door. "Where will you go?" he chuckled.
Impatiently, I pulled at the handle. I don't care if I destroy this sexy model, but I need to get out.
In a minute I was out, wobbling on my legs. "I am not getting into that car" I shook my head with an air of finality.
He shrugged.
I stood dumbfounded as the car glided through the wind, disappearing round the corner.
I was extremely impressed with the speed. The speed! Oh and the way it sped round the car, he could be mistaken for a racer.
I would have admired his skills if he had not abandoned me in the middle of the road!
A road I had never been to, no clue at all.
How the hell am I supposed to go?
Wherever I am to go that is.
Home! I am going back home. My house. Nowhere near his. I huffed again, stomping down on the road, looking for one living soul. At least one!
He wouldn't just leave me like that! Would he?
He did!
Thanks for reminding me, love! Let's really ignore that part of my brain that tries to pull me down under any given circumstances.
Truth is always bitter.
Oh and these quotes. Lovely!
Not now okay!!
If I know him, he'll be back in a minute.
He would. He would never leave me alone, in a place I don't know.
Confession : It's only making me hate him even more.
I am dressed in pyjamas, from last night, the pink top remember, my hair in a messy bun, wearing flip flops that have fluffy rabbit thingie on the top.
And best part, I am lost.
Actually, let's make a note, titled why the hell I am making this note!
1. I am annoyed.
2. I am in my pyjamas.
3. In the middle of the road I don't recognize.
4. I look like a mess.
5. I almost died.
6. I am stranded.
7. I hate him for doing this to me.
8. I hate myself even more for agreeing to go with him.
9. I have to pee, very badly!
10. I see a car slowing down in front of me, him smiling like a creep.
11. And this him, is not Adrian!
12. I think I'm about to be kidnapped.
- Writer
