Possesive

Chapter 8

The drive back home seemed long and endless, and most of all quiet. It was the most quiet i've ever seen him.. and it worried me. I decided just to sit back and relax, let all of the hectic and and traumatic events, everything that happened to me in the past few days. My bitchy conscience was still there, along with my hot sexy self, but it seemed as though my attitude and need to escape was gone. I had the feeling to go back to my old life which i had just a few days ago, but maybe i was tired of living the same thing over and over everyday. Maybe, its nice to live something new, something sexy and exciting.. was it so wrong that i was feeling this way considering i was practically kidnapped..? 

Although i tried to let these worries go, my mind somehow wandered back to the first day of school, with that kid justin and everything just came back to me. Somehow looking back at these recent memories, i dont believe hed ever told me his name, introduced himself to me. Maybe i was wrong and forgot, which made me feel worse considering he knew everything about me.

"What are you thinking about?" his voice snapped me back into reality, out of the haze of the memories. I quickly glanced and him and looked away.

"Well i was just thinking about everything thats happened in the past few days.... i dont believe you even told me you name.." i said quietly. I looked up at him, his gaze was gentle and mellow. He scratched his head and looked at me.

"You know lex, i dont think i did either.." he scoffed. "My name is Vladimir Gavrilov Orlov." I looked at him surprised, that definitely did not seem like the name to fit his character. 

"Your russian?" i asked honestly, not believing it by his looks, or his accent. 

He nodded. 

"But you have no accent.." i stated, trying to say he wasnt russian, but hey what do i know?

He laughed, he looked amused as though i seemed dumb. "Lexi, Lexi, Lexi, you dont need an accent to prove that your russian. I've lived here long enough to adapt to the 'American' accent." 

I rolled my eyes, feeling dumb and now he made me feel even more dumb. How nice. I looked away from him back out the window, still, we werent even close to his house.. how long was this fucking drive? Like a fucking hour or more? Damn. I decided to be silent until we reached his house, so that way nothing i said would sound dumb, and have his response make me feel like even more of an idiot. That was definitely something i felt like avoiding. I leaned my head back, and started to think about my mom. I know i've been mean to her pretty much my whole life. I dont know why i decided now to think about it. Maybe it was because im not with her right now... what do they call this? Missing someone? If that's even what was happening to me. 

"I want a new phone since i have no damn idea what you did with mine." I blurted out without even realizing it. Fuck. And i had a snotty ass attitude considering i was a little upset, but i didnt mean for it to sound like that.

He looked sharply at me, his eyes once again black. "Why?" 

Seriously. How could he even ask why, that was the most rhetorical question i've ever heard. "You know i still have a mom whose probably gone to the police or some shit worried sick about me. She could be out driving around looking for me right now." I stated firmly with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. 

He looked away. "Ill see what i can do." 

That was the last conversation on our drive back.

We'd finally arrived at his house, his pack awaited out front as we pulled up. 

"Go inside. My pack will get the bags, then i have business to do so i may be gone a while." I just nodded and headed inside his house (what seemed like a mansion.)