Hellbound

III. Drag me to Hell

            It had only taken Daniel a few minutes to drag out my backpack to the car whilst he still kept his eyes out for every corner. I slumped into the drivers seat of my Mustang, the familiar smell of it reminded me of home. Of the things I would leave behind in Tribune, Kansas. 

         Maeve, my little sister who was barely thirteen and starting high school soon. My loving parents, even if I had had a great deal of a time with them. Where we fought and bickered about my future, when they found out I had become pregnant with twenty. I remember how they had nearly blown out through the roof. 

            ''You have destroyed your chances, Sparrow! How could you be so ignorant? Did you not use the pill?!'' My father roared at me as I had sat in the living room twiddling my thumbs. I bit my lip as the tears strolled down my face, how much I had wanted to roar back at him. To tell him it had been my choice and not a mistake. My face burned and my knuckles were pale from clenching all my anger into them. Ryan held onto my hand with a concerned expression on his face as he brushed out my struggling grip. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as he always had. With a gaze that could read minds.  He spoke up for me when I didn't dare.

            ''Mr. Tegan, I know I cannot comprehend to how disappointed you are in us. I know I will not be able to cross over this crack I have crossed in your life. Yet, Sparrow and I, we truly love each other, and I am not just going to walk away when it comes rough on rough. I think I have proved that quite enough.'' Ryan's voice remained even and calm, and filled with so much love. It made my heart swell immensely, as if it were about to burst like a star. 

            However, it was my mother that saved his life before my father roared out with another of his speeches. She patted my fathers arm, and made him release his grip on his roots. Then she took his face in her hands, her expression stern,''Now listen to me, Peter. This is Sparrow, our daughter. If she made this choice to get pregnant, it is her responsibility. We will-'' She paused and when my father was about to interrupt her, she shook her head and scolded him,'' Don't you dare interrupt me. Now listen. We will be there for her. She loves Ryan, and he loves her the same. We were in the same situation with my parents, do you remember? You didn't leave my side, and I am confident that Ryan will not either.''

            And he never did. Not once, while I was pregnant or after, did he leave my side.  I bore a son. A son I grew to love more than my life.

            ''My dearest Laise.''I whispered sadly as my thoughts splayed across that little smile, or how he would snuggle into my arms when I sang him to sleep. He had barely been two years of age... 

            I hadn't acknowledged that Daniel was already in the passengers seat when he patted my hand as I gripped the steering wheel with a harsh grip to focus on something other than my grief. Tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked forcefully before I clicked on the engine. It roared the life and I felt no sense of time. Only the rushing of the landscape passing by and the sense of consistently being watched from the shadows. That sense made me press harder on the accelerator. 

             The Mustang ascended down the highway, an almost isolated panorama lay before us. Only the creaking of crickets and the rolling of tires on the cemented path to no where. The moon glared down at me with a hollow shine, minding its own business and shining like any other nonexistent star. All of the muscles in my anatomy were finally aching and scolding me from all those hours in the gym and running from the demon when my feet were about to fall off. Something within me made me regret ever to have gone to the gym. 

            Wow, and that wouldn't surprise the deaf and blind, my subconscious scolded me. I had brought myself into so much of a crap load of trouble that had stacked higher than Mt. Everest in the meantime. If Daniel hadn't been sitting in the seat next to me and staring holes into the sky, I swear, I would've slammed my head against the steering wheel.