The Road

4

"I can't sleep, I need to leave."

Kyle had woken me up. He was sweaty, and his eyes looked frantic. I smelled something metallic and looked at his mouth. His bottom lip was gushing blood. Before he could go anywhere, I grabbed a Kleenex, and held it up to his lip.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he shooed my hand away.

"I-I need to leave! Let me leave!"

I glanced at my clock that was hanging on my wall. It was two a.m., and it was still pitch black outside.

"Go in the morning when it's light out," I told him.

His hands were shaking, and sweat rolled down his cheek. I rolled on my side, and ignored his heavy breathing. He poked my back. I sighed and looked at him again.

"Get me out of here."

I took Kyle's hand and dragged him out of my room and down the stairs. Once we were downstairs, I pulled him towards the garage door. My car was parked, and it was just waiting for the inevitable.

"Get in!" I commanded.

He walked over to the passenger side and jumped in. The car started in a low hum. I manually opened the garage. There was a string attached to it and I had to yank it with all my strength until it finally began to open the heavy door. Behind me I heard shuffling. Hands wrapped around the string from behind me, and helped me open the door.

"You're welcome," Kyle muttered walking back to the car.

I got in the car again, and put it in reverse. Once the car was out of the garage, I pulled on the string. The garage leisurely closed shut.

"Why do you have a string that opens and closes your garage?" Kyle questioned as we began to drive down the gravel road.

"Quiet get away, so that my mom doesn't wake up to the ear piercing screech of the garage door opening."

"Do you go out at night often?"

I turned red. Everyone asked me about my garage, and the string. I just told them it was a quiet get away. No one asked me why until Kyle did. It was the most secretive thing in my life. I couldn't spill it to Kyle.

"It was just one time, and I forgot to take the string off," I lied.

He raised his eyebrow, but didn't say anything. We rode in silence. Soon he asked where we were going. I just ignored him, and smiled internally. He would be so surprised.

After about thirty minutes we drove into Deashy Forest. It was gorgeous at night, and I could vividly smell the wild flowers.

"No!" Kyle suddenly started to scratch at the window.

"What the hell are you doing?"

His face whitened, and he slouched back against the seat. I didn't know what was happening, but I tried to ignore it to my best ability. As we got farther into the forest, I glanced over at Kyle. He had his eyes closed, and his fists were clenched.

"Kyle?"

"Pull the car over!" He suddenly screamed lashing at his seat belt.

My eyes widened and I stomped on the brakes. Kyle rubbed his hands over his face. His body was rigid. He had started to sweat again, and it was all over his body.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

"Get out!" He said opening my door.

"Wha-"

"GET OUT OF THIS CAR!"

I speedily hopped out of the car. He did the same, and slammed both our doors shut. Then he came over, and unexpectedly with no warning slapped me. My cheek began to burn with an excruciating pain. I began to see black dots, but I refused to pass out.

Kyle bit his lip, and collapsed to the ground.

"Kyle, tell me."

"It's nothing... Just come here."

"Um..."

Kyle grabbed my wrist, and yanked me onto the road. I winced; that was the wrist that had a gigantic bruise on it.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," Kyle said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my wrist. A shudder went through me. His eyes found mine, and we just looked at each other. Kyle's lips were still attached to my wrist.

"I-I think it's good now," I stuttered.

"It doesn't look better, actually your whole arm doesn't look better," He said, his voice getting husky.

I just stared at him as his lips trailed up my arm. Shivers ran through me.

"I think it's..."

His fingers rolled up my sleeve and they lingered there for a little bit. I glanced at him, and he was staring intently at me.

"What?"

"I've never noticed how gorgeous you are," He whispered. He lips grazed my shoulder.

"Stop flirting, and tell me what just happened to you a minute ago! You slapped me!" I shouted, starting to become irritated with him.

He frowned. "Could we just leave, right now, please."

"No! Not until you tell me why you were freaking out! And actually! Just tell me everything, why do you kill innocent people? Do you like to feed on people's misery?" I yelled, standing up abruptly.

"Tell me about why you escape at night."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Then I'm not going to tell you what you want to know. If you won't come clean, I won't either," Kyle said crossing his arms.

Could I come clean? I shook my head, and held out my hand.

"Come on, we're going."

"Drop me off at my house," He snapped.

"You have a house?" I asked surprised. He had a house, but no bed?

"Yes, 5436 Giufla Road."

"Well... Ok then..."

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Hey. I felt sad, so I decided to make this chapter a little depressing. I was wrong about the violence in this chapter, but Kyle did slap Victoria, which is terrible. The next chapter is when things get rough. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Vote and comment ^.^

Have a nice day (: