hellbound | h.s

eight

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This man is insane. Truly, absolutely insane.

He wants to drive me home? After I've known him for what? 5 seconds? Maybe a minute?

Doesn't add up. Doesn't fuckin' add up. But who am I to have my own opinion.

After he asks me if I'm ready to leave and I nod, he grabs my forearm to literally drag me out of the bathroom. I stumble a bit but he doesn't let up on the hold he had in my arm.

It was like he was in a rush to be somewhere or get out. I have no idea.

Maybe if I wasn't drunk, I'd put up more of a fight. Maybe if I cared about my well being, I'd put up more of a fight.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand. He fucking dragged me outside and when we got in his car, we were literally silent. No speaking, no nothing. Silent I tell you. Silent.

Silent until he said, "You shouldn't go to The Royals. Don't really think it's your cuppa tea and it's... dangerous there."

You can't tell me what he said isn't the creepiest thing ever. Obviously, I'm not going to listen to him because he's a dipshit that I have only met not even a handful of times.

"Pfft, I like dangerous, sweetheart." I say condescendingly with an eye roll. "And fuck I am." I make sure he knows I'm not gonna do what he says. "You know, The Royals is enjoyable. I like enjoyable things!" I state my case. "What's next? You gonna give me a curfew?" I glare at the side of his face.

He clenched his jaw and holds the steering wheel just the littlest bit tighter as he drives. Maybe I should just shut up. Yeah, that may be better for me.

After the rest of the ride being silent, we pull up to Sage and I's apartment.

How the fuck does he know where I live?

He then turns back to me with a smirk once the car is parked outside my apartment and says, "Love, I'm only trying to help you out. If you want to go to the club and get yourself killed, by all means... do it."

I stare at him with widened eyes and mouth parted slightly. I can't be hearing this shit right. Did someone slip me something? Am I imagining this whole scenario?

After a few more seconds of silence, I speak up and ask, "And why would I be, and I quote, 'getting myself killed', if I go to a stupid club?"

He just gives me a small shrug and a raise if his eyebrows. This man is no fucking help. And he's got to be lying. He's lying right? Oh he's lying alright. I just know it. Liar.

I can't take anymore of this bull, so as fast as possible, I get out of the car with my phone.

Once I'm fully out of the car, I look back at him to see he was already staring straight back at me. He gives me a smug smile and raises his right hand to give a twinkle of his fingers.

He puts his care into drive after that, and speeds off. I run up to my apartment like my life depends on it because if I'm being honest, it might just. Or at least that's what it feels like.

When I get to the apartment and lock the door behind me, I text Sage saying I'm back home, safe and sound and I head straight to my bedroom without another thought.

After trying to get ready for bed, almost tripping on my face like 10 times, I get in bed. Though, I literally couldn't fall asleep. The whole night, I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept thinking about what he meant. Who he is.