"Where are we going?" She finally asked as they pass the sign that said Welcome to North Carolina. "I owe a little cabin outside of Georgia. We'll stay there for a night, maybe more. If I can get this piece of crap to last that long." He said keeping his eyes on the road. She looked at him, just kept thinking to herself what would happen if.. He kills me? Never lets me leave? He can't find the cabin? Then, the worse idea came to her head, "can I ask you a question?" She asked, putting her head in-between the first two seats. "No." "It's just one question." "No." "Come on, it's-" "I said no, one question turns into two questions, then more, then you know too much. After all of this, you die. If you hadn't realized it yet, I don't want you killed." He said glaring at her and smiled. "One question, just one. Please?" She said as she crawled into passenger seat. Nothing but the car radio was playing, you could hear the car engine roar as they speed down the street. Listening to the nothing, but the song that sings about a man's story of heartache, from a tramp that screwed him over. "Okay, then I guess that's not gonna happen." She said as she turned to look outside the window. "Listen, all I want to do is get to this stupid cabin, change this stupid license plate, and get the cut checked out." "That's what I was going to ask." "About what we're gonna do?" "No, about the cut," there was a break. "why?" she asked as she started to tear up. He shifted in his seat, "why what?" "Why'd you do it?" "I can't tell you, you know too much. I'm sorry, I didn't want to." "Then why'd you do it? Why'd you almost kill me, then stayed with me until I woke up?" He shifted again,"listen, I can't tell you." "I just want to know." She begged close to tears. He looked at her, "oh god, please don't cry. I can't stand it when girls cries." I can't- sobs-help it." "You don't need to cry, okay? You don't need to cry about this. We have enough to worry about." "You're so heartless." He slowed the car down, pulled over and stopped the car. "Get out now." He said unlocking the doors. "What?" "Do I need to repeat myself? Get, out, of, the, car, now." "Why?!" "You have no idea what I've had to do, what the things I've seen. Don't you dare call me heartless." She stares at him with the biggest eyes. "I'm sorry," she finally says. He starts the car, and stays silent. She turns up the radio until they reached Georgia. They drove up to an old town, and slowly as everyone stares at the car . "Do they know?" She asks fearful. "Yeah, I know these people too well for them not know anything. Just don't say anything to anyone, let me do the talking." They pulled over near a old restaurant, "let's get something to eat." He said as he unlocks the doors, and begins to get out of the car. She gets out of the car silent. "This town is too small for you to come into un-noticed." An old country voice said. He stops in his steps "shit," he murmurs under his breath. He turns around and say, "David, how you been? How's Bethany and the kids?" "Cut the crap, what bullshit did you get into this time?" "I'll tell you later, it ain't safe out in the open. This is my lady, Laya." He said as he puts his arm around her shoulders. "Bryan, you must have done something really good to catch someone as pretty as her. Hey little lady, my name is David, welcome to this small town." She stood there quiet, not knowing what she was suppose to say. "She's a little shy around new people." Bryan said smiling. He didn't realize that he was sliding his arm down to her side. The second one finger touched the bruise, Laya let out a yelp. She broke out of his embrace, and held her side. The thread wasn't the best, and was releasing. David held out his arms and said, "are you okay Laya? You need to go see Mr.Classton?" Bryan looked at her and nodded, "yeah she needs to go. Could you take her David? I got business to take care of." "Yeah, I'll take care it." "I'll meet up with you later, okay babe?" He said kissing Laya on the check. "No, don't go! What am I suppose to do?" "You go to Mr.Classton, and trust him. Babe, I'll be back." Okay," she signed and kissed him good-bye. "Good thing she was in my acting class, or I have no idea what to I'm suppose to do." He thought as he walked away.
*Laya's P.O.V.
"I'll get my shit together, and we'll go. Can you walk?" She took a step and lugged to her side, then shook her head. "Okay, I'll get the truck too." "I'll make up a story, don't blow this Laya." She thought warning herself. Nothing could go wrong, everything had to be okay. Yet, what if it went horribly wrong and everything went to a terrifying stop. Then, what was she going to do, return home? Ha! Everyone will see her as the dumb-fuck that ran away, with the killer kid who tried to stab her. Cut that, he did stab her. Then, she was stuck with, stuck wondering what he was going to do with her. Stuck with the thought he tried to kill her the first time, why not try it again? Trapped in her own thoughts, she didn't realize that David had already left, and she was alone. "Why did all this shit happen to me?" She said to herself as she slowly sat down on the wooden steps. "And what the hell is wrong with me? I didn't even know him that long, and I already said I love you?!" "Sounds like one hell of a story you got there." A woman's voice called out in this distance. "Fuck." Laya murmur under her breath. "Ladies don't say fuck, we say hell, shit, asshole, damn-it, but never fuck. That's men talk." The woman's voice called out again. Along the side the walkway, the classic verizon of a country girl. "You look awful! What is that you are wearing?" "Umm, a shirt and jeans?" "Oh heaven no! Men's clothing darling. You need to come with me to change." "I'm suppose to wait for David." She said as she looks down the road for some sight of him. "He'll wait, no lady should look like that in my town." She said as she grabbed Laya's arm, and walked down the steps. "Where are we going?" Laya finally asked when she could feel the pain from her stomach, coming up to her arms. "My beauty shop, of course!" As the strange women leads Laya to a nearby shop, the pain started getting worse and worse. Feeling light-headed, as they enter the shop. Laya grabbed a chair and observes the room. She looked about, lanes of clothing; clothes, dresses, scarfs, and other items. Laya hugged her wound, the thread finally unraveled. She moved her hand to find, she was bleeding. "My name is Marcy by the way! If you want you can call me Marc, that's what the men in town call me." Laya couldn't move, she couldn't speak, yet she manages to say the words "that's nice," before fainting on the floor. "Dear heavens!"
