Finding My Way

Chapter two

The next morning, I wake up as I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist. My eyes shoot open, I threw my elbow back hitting Blake's chest, and throw myself foward in an attempt to get away from him as quickly as possible. Even from the floor, I can hear him chuckle lightly with amusement.

"You were fine with me doing that for the past two hours, and all of a sudden you get all insecure and shit."
As I stand up I see him shake his head slightly. "What happened to the girl I used to know who was perfectly okay with me doing that?" He asked with an amused expression.

"First, that girl you used to know has been gone since the day you hit her. And second, I'm not insecure, I simply don't want your nasty, ciggerete smelling, dirt filled hands all over me and making contact with my body."

He throws himself up, and walks over to me. I bend down to grab my t-shirt and jeans off of the floor, and when I resume my previous position, Blake is standing in front of me. He gets close to my face, and I get ready for the soon to come impact on my already bruised face. But fortunantly, all he does is yell.

In the middle of his lecture, I say quite loudly, "Look, I don't need your shit right now. I've got somewhere to be, and you've got somewhere to take me."

I walk to the bathroom feeling quite proud of myself. That was the first time I've yelled back. After changing, I walk back out to an empty motel room. I throw my hands down to my sides and and prepare myself to have been left. My heartbeat increases as that thought crosses to my mind.
I practically run to the door, and run Hella fast to his, thankfully still there, truck with my bag in my hand.

As I get in he says "be glad you got out here fast, I was about to leave."

I roll my eyes, "Of course you were, I should congratulate you on your effort." I say sarcastically.

The engine revs and he pulls out of the lot.
"You know," He starts. "Maybe your not the worst bitch I've met."

"Gee, thanks, Blake." I roll my ice blue eyes. "I think that's the first compliment you've ever given me."

"But I still don't regret hitting you, that you deserved. You were being a naive bitch and you weren't listening, you completely deserved it." He says, pulling up to a redlight.

I stay quiet, I've put up with his shit for so long, I wanna fight back, but soon decide against it. Instead I just simply say, "Screw you, Blake. Screw you." I cross my legs and shift uncomfortably in my seat, adjusting my seatbelt under my arm. I wish I would've said more, but he surely wouldn't even consider driving me to New York anymore. I'm having to pay him 2 grand out of my job savings since I was 13, but it's worth it. I just need to get to my brothers house before Christmas. I just need a place to stay.

"Dammit, Dylan. When are you gonna learn?" He asks. I know what's coming, but he won't dare to do it in public, he'll wait until the right time, then I'll get my punishment.

He pulls into a gas station, and gets out and goes inside. I take that as my opportunity to do something I've been needing to do for a while now, it'll keep me safer, at least a little bit.

I reach in the back and pull out his gun, turning on the safety and swiftly moving it into my bag. Then reach back again and pull out a water bottle from the cooler I brought, conveniently needed.

I chug down half when he returns, waiting patiently to return to the road.

"Ya know D, There's something I've been meaning to tell you,"

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(To be continued)