His Bloody Smile | ✓

18 - pretend

"i can't stay forever, let's play pretend"

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Andrew was driving like there was no tomorrow. I had to put on my seatbelt and grasp the door handle to avoid being blown away by the wind. More vehicles were pursuing us, and they proceeded to shoot several rounds of ammunition.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I have a garage somewhere around here," Andrew replied without taking his eyes off the road, "Nobody knows about it; I bought it with cash I saved for stuff like this."

"What if they see us go in?" I said. The guests had begun to get on my nerves again, and I was willing to blast their cars into a million tiny pieces.

"They won't," he smirked, "Trust me."

The dinner guests had yet to catch up, and all I could do was gaze at Andrew, wondering what he was planning on doing. He was driving randomly, with no destination officially set. Unexpectedly, he turned into a dark alleyway, and when the others passed by in front of us, he climbed out.

"Come on," he opened my door and offered me his hand, "We need to switch cars before they realise we are here." I accepted his help and followed him to another automobile.

It was entertaining watching him kick the window to break it, considering it did not shatter the first couple of times. Andrew instantly deactivated the alarm and gave me a sign to get inside as well.

We left the alley, and as I turned around to look at our previous car, a truck veered towards it. I let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Andrew, who had his eyes already on the lane.

"Where is the garage?" I inquired. He buried his hand in his pocket and took out his phone,

giving it to me.

"I have the address in my notes," he replied, "Guide me, will you?" Unlocking the device, I conducted him through the tangled streets of Sin City.

"What does it look like?"

"A photo of the area is attached to the note," he commented, "So keep an eye out for it."

The garage in the picture was crammed between two houses, making it look out of place. It appeared abandoned, which meant the guests were most probably not going to search it to try to find us. I stared out the window, examining the street intensely as I spotted our hideout.

"There," I pointed.

He pulled up to the building and got out of the car to open the metal door. I switched seats and drove the vehicle inside to avoid wasting time. After getting out of it, I joined Andrew by the entrance to help him close it.

I held the door with him, and we closed it as quietly as possible. The garage was not as large as the one back in Los Angeles, with two parking spots and some old furniture in the back. Sitting down opposite our vehicle, I rested my back against the brick wall, groaning.

Andrew dropped down beside me without a word, and I welcomed the silence. The ripped edges of my dress were brown with dirt, and my legs were full of tiny cuts, but the only part of me that hurt was my head.

After banging it multiple times on various objects, I could not take it anymore. My brain felt upside down, and the blood was stuck to my skin, although I could still sense the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I closed my eyes, trying to wrap my head around the events of the last few hours, but it was impossible. It was hard to believe that this had all begun at a dinner party. Honestly, all I wanted to do was get home and go to sleep in the comfort of my bed.