AT YOUR MERCY

14. Withdrawal Is A Bitch

Just before the kind man got back in the car, he held out his hand, palm up to me. With curiosity I looked at it.

"I am afraid you cant keep the scarf, darling, not as long as it smells like me." He said with a soft voice.

I felt my heartbeat pick up it's pace. He can't just take it from me, can he?

"But you said I could keep it..." I whispered as I grasped it tightly to my chest.

"I know darling, I am sorry." He gently took the scarf from my hands, as he caressed my cheekbone. The fabric slid through my fingers as his touch gently calmed me.

He slowly guided me back the right way on the backseat, his hands softly lifting my legs back into the car and then he buckled me in. As he closed the door, I felt tears brim my eyes, and a feeling of panic that, I couldn't fight, settle in. I needed that scarf, that scent...

"Hvordan vil du slæbe rundt på den?" Stefan asked the kind man with a lifted eyebrow. How are you gonna carry that around?

"Det gør jeg heller ikke, jeg lægger den i kufferten når vi er ovre broen. Bare hun ikke finder det, sørg lige for det..". He said in a low voice. I wont, I am putting it in the suitcase, along with my clothes. As long as she doesn't find it, make sure of that..

My breathing slowly calmed down as we approached the bridge.

The way over was quick, and the border control just gave Stefan a nod, before letting us through. Shouldn't we show passports?

The scenery outside changed quickly, the cities were replaced with grand pine forrests and beautiful nature.

Not far along road the kind man pulled the car over and brought it to a halt.

"Remember what I said, stay with Stefan and don't give him a hard time." He looked at me and laid his hand back on my knee. He looked in my eye as i slowly nodded at him. His fingers gently stroked my knee a few times.

"Sleep now." He said to me. His voice were now deep and raspy, and I found myself mesmerized.

Slowly I felt my eyelids close, despite my best efforts to keep them open. Darkness consumed me.

My slumber was disturbed when I felt the car started moving again. I saw Stefan now occupying the drivers seat, and the sceneri was flashing by.

I curiously looked at Stefan, and then at the empty passenger seat next to him.

"Can't I sit in front with you?"

He looked at me in the rear view mirror, then he sighed. "Gode gud altså.." he mumbled. How come I didn't understand him anymore?

"Of course. We also only have about an hour left." What? Wasn't the trip supposed to take 7 hours?

He pulled the car to the side and waited for me to get out and get in the passenger seat. I noticed the sun was almost setting, and the sky was turning pink. What time is it?

"How long did I sleep?" I asked Stefan.

"About 6 and a half hours." He stated in a tired and uninterested voice.

That long? I was exhausted, and didn't feel like I had slept at all. My head was spinning uncomfortably and my stomach was slowly churning. I was tired, felt sick and I was having trouble figuring out what exactly was happening.

Suddenly my vision blurred and I felt my chest ache. I needed air. Desperately.

"Stop the car." Stefan looked worriedly at me, but kept driving. "Please stop the car!" I said panicked. He pulled to the side and I had only just opened the door before I started convulsing and throwing up bile.

Stefan got out of his side of the car and helped me out of the car. Slowly my breathing slowed down and my stomach stopped convulsing. What on earth was wrong with me?

My mind emidiately traveled to the kind man.

As if i had completely forgotten how horrible I had just felt, my mind started picturing him in front of me. His deep green eyes, his beard, his ridicolously large hands, his chest and lastly... His erotic stunt with me the other night at the hotel.

As i cradled my head between my legs I couldn't help but wonder why he kept occupying my mind.

I opened my eyes and saw that Stefan had walked away and was keeping an eye on me from afar. His phone started ringing and he turned his back to me.

The scarf, I need his scarf. The kind man wouldn't leave my mind, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn't release the thought of getting his scarf and hiding my face in its marvellous scent. And I knew where it was.

I glansed towards Stefan who was still looking away. I hurried towards the car and kept a stern eye on Stefan's back.

I gently opened the trunk, and looked at all the luggage. Which one is it in? There were four large suitcases, mine included.

I glansed back at Stefan, he was still turned away with the phone to his ear.

I readjusted my glasses on my nose as I opened the first suitcase and rummaged through the contents. It's not here..

I threw the lid back on and opened the next one. Just as I was about to go through it I heard Stefan behind me.

"FUCK! Nej, det må du ikke!" And before I knew it I was torn away from the car and landed on my side, with Stefan on top of me.