Monster

Thirsty Ratchet Hoes "2x2"

I watched as he pulled his phone out, dialling a number. Probably stole that too.

"We have a problem" He spoke in an annoyed voice, looking directly at me from the rearview mirror. Oh, I'm the problem? Yeah.

"well I can just kill her right now".

Fuck. FUCK. I froze there in fear. NO. NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. I'M NOT EVEN 18 YET. UGH FUCKING BALL SACK. I sat there. honestly, I'd rather die then go back home. No one loves me anyway. But then I thought of Vinny. I couldn't possibly abandon him. Not now.

"Fine, fine, I won't kill her. But she will be of use to my needs." he spoke again.

NOW HOLD. THE. FUCK. UP. His needs eh? No. Just no, man. Ok I'd seriously DIE than fulfill his 'needs'. He should just jack off to Porn hub. I'm not doing that shit. Ugh. I'm not ready for this. I mean, who the hell would want to steal a fucking car? THIRSTY RATCHET HOES.

"What's your name" he repeated. Apparently I was too deep into my thoughts when he asked the first time.

"Why should I tell you" I hissed.

I heard him sucking in air. His eyebrows furrowed whilst he looked at me.

Well damn, no need to get your knickers in a twist...

"Tell me your fucking name" he said through gritted teeth.

I sighed. "Paige... My name is Paige".

He huffed, taking a sharp left turn, making my head hit the window. "OW! Slow down will ya?" I said. Ugh.

Who ever the hell this guy was kept eyeing me like I was some fucking hooker. Uhm if he gets close I'm just gonna- Y'know what? I'm stopping now because I'm damn pissed. This fucker walking around , stealing shit. Fuck to the no.

"I've got places to be." I said. Ok I seriously need to shut the fuck up because this nigga will jump his ass back here and beat the living shit out of me. I ain't got time for this.

I sighed, putting my head back. What have I seriously gotten myself into.

"What's your name" I asked out of boredom.

"None of your business".

" Hey I told you my name. I thinks it's only fair if you told me yours" I snapped.

"Harry" He said. His voice was so... so full of hatred. And rudeness. ew.

"Well Harry, I understand if you want the car, just do yourself a favour and let me go because I will not stop talking" I said, hopefully convincing him. Which didn't work because he threatened to sew my mouth shut if I did. Oh god. All this thinking makes me car sick. I looked at him once more. Tattoos literally everywhere. And an eyebrow piercing. And a lip ring. Who is this guy?

I guess once again I got lost in my thoughts. I snapped back into reality when i heard his rough voice. " I said get out of the car" he hissed. I obeyed him, fearing of what he might do if i disobeyed.