—SAVIOUR
Part 3
escape!
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"What is that supposed to mean?"
Eyes narrowing, she sees him concealing a frown at her question. Like he is finding a hint for another sign of sarcasm from her. He casually pushes the car horn as they passes an uncommon overpass, built remote and mighty.
"Nothing in particular." He answers.
Lalisa glances at the side mirror, the road keep on going as they occasionally drive pass some houses, people are already retiring in the time of the night when it's barely eight in the evening. Other signs of vehicles are nowhere to be found. Chunk of dried logs are seen, forgotten and were laying useless in the side of the steep road. The town is curtly out of hospitality.
Then, her mind is brought back to the man she finds surprisingly insidious with his choice of words. His stance is enigmatic, and the cut on the bridge of his nose is a tale that she doesn't want to interfere with.
And occasionally, she can feel his questionable agitation. Like he's in the edge of discomfort or something.
"Why did you burn the old barn?" There, he asks. Of course, he is as wary as he looks. She could tell a person like him discount any thoughts of lying. He would dig a grave of truth if he has to.
"It was owned by my late grandfather's." Nevertheless, she lied. "I want to burn all the things that remind of him. He wasn't a good person to begin with. And besides it's empty, inoperative."
"You're good at telling stories, huh? Mind if you'll share more?"
Lalisa remains her eyes on the gloomy highway, a blind curve later, they spots an unusual building beside a gas station. The neon signage of a motel that says '65' caught her attention the most. And her mind flashes a chance to escape the man who's demanding her so many queries.
She's staring to suspect that he knows a lot of her before he even agreed to give her a free ride and it's starting to eat her alive. He is as subtle as a Black Heron. Lisa might need to use her meticulousness around the man.
Thankfully, their riveting conversation was cut short as he starts to drive slowly, pulling their attention at the only lighted part of the sketchy town, in all its glorious of warm artificial lights.
She'll be stepping the ground soon and walk straight to rent a room without sparing the man a glance to remember.
Lisa just wants to bolt out of his judging looks. But again, she has to be subtle too, to avoid any unresolved tension, Lisa needs to act guiltless, make use of her coy assets.
"It's your stop." He announces.
A smooth park in front of the lilac illuminated motel, Lisa faces the man with a frisky demeanor. She won't mention her name, won't remind each other about that.
A parting gesture of gratitude will do just fine.
"Y-yeah," The gentle hands from her lap rises up to tuck the stray hair behind her ears. She glances at him and meet his sharp pair of dark coffee eyes.
"I'd like to give you something though, a thank you. For the ride and the short company."
A pull of a string, she moves to his side of the car, planting her lips to the stranger. Lisa should've felt ridiculous but forgets anything near that thought, sighing at the touch of his hands cupping at her crimson cheek to her jaw. The kiss was a charm to his cautiousness. She opens her mouth, accommodating his tongue inside, and couldn't help but to let out a weak moan at his enticing lap on her mouth.
Lisa pulls away abruptly, chasing her breath as his palm remains grazing the back of her neck.
He smiles lazily.
"I would've enjoyed the kiss if only you didn't burn Jeon Jungkook's flesh into ashes."
Lisa stops pondering, pulling away from him like he was made of fire, stumbling out of his car in a dash. Her back hit the ground first, groaning at the impact as her heartbeat race to oblivion.
He saw the godforsaken sin she burned to cinders. And if she weren't mistaken, this man must be an acquaintance of Jungkook. Perhaps, his enemy to claim a great reward in exchange of Jungkook's body. And now she's ruining it—shattering his quest as his flesh goes up in smoke.
Lisa hears the loud slam of the car door on his side as she turns and rises from her knees to run. She never knew running away is her last resort.
Next to the motel was a small open house, Lisa feels her heart leap as she sees a young man dressed in a plaid shirt, his brows wrinkling in worry at her running form.
He crouches to down to help Lisa to stand on her feet after falling down in frantic running.
"Please... you need to help me. Please. There's a man, fucking trying to kill me—"
Before she could turn around to see where the mad man is, the young man holding both her arms looks at the distance to beam at the person she was escaping to.
"Why are you running away from Yugyeom?"
"What?" Perhaps, Lisa isn't going to escape the place sooner.
