Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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"Where-where-" My eyelids are heavy, so heavy I can't lift them up to see where I am. All I know is that I'm in a car.

"Where are you?" The voice asks I nod, although I couldn't even keep my head up.

"We're going to a safe house." The voice says. I want to say something, but I can't seem to form a coherent sentence.

I try to mumble something like: 'Why do I feel like this?' but it probably came out as 'Wh-duh-I-full-leek-dis'

"You feel like this because I injected you with a drug called curare. You'll get back the feeling in your limbs in a few minutes." The voice explains.

Like a spell that was breaking, I feel my hands twitch and my eyelids flutter up. I'm in the passenger seat of one of many Austin's racing cars that I've seen in the warehouse.

"Wha-what safe house?" I ask my voice coming back to me.

"It's an old place that uh, that I used to go with my friends." He says. I tiredly look to the backseat. Alex and Rob are passed out.

I look at my surroundings and the familiarity is uncanny. My head starts hurting as my mind falls into an unknown place.

"Dude, Base One will still be there. You don't have to drive so fast." I tell Austin.

"I just wanted to max out this car, this is my only chance." He says.

"Aw hell nah! You are not maxing out my Camaro!" I shout at him.

"You said I could drive!" He argues.

"That doesn't mean I'm allowing you to max my baby out!" I say back.

"Come on, B. Don't you want to know how fast this thing can go?" He asks me, I fold my arms stubbornly.

"Yes." I mumble. He laughs.

"So can I please?" He pouts. I smile.

"Okay, but if I see a single scratch on Liv. I will run you over with her." I say sternly.

"Liv? You named your Camaro Liv?" He laughs.

"Just shut up and drive." I say, chuckling lightly. Austin presses his foot on the gas and I'm pushed against the seat as the acceleration increases.

"Buckle up." He smirks.

"I was buckled when we were parked." I laugh.

"The faith you have in me." He mumbles. He switches gears and the car speeds up.

I groan loudly as my head starts pounding.

"Take it easy, B. Just take it easy." Austin says as he clutches my hand. He kisses the back of my hand after he intertwines ours together. His lips cause a shock in my hand and my heart, relieving the pain in my head for a moment.

"We'll be there in a few and I'll get you some pain medicine." He says and kisses my hand again. The action feels well known to my skin, but in my mind it's completely foreign. I shut my eyes and try not to focus on the pain in my skull; instead I concentrate how Austin's hand fits into mine.

The next time I open my eyes I'm faced with Austin shaking me awake. I'm no longer in the car, but on a couch.

"Why am I always in different places whenever I gain consciousness?" I ask morosely.

"You're always grumpy when you wake up." A voice says. I groan when I lift myself up from the couch.

"Hey, hey. Take it easy, babe." The voice says. I recognize it as Austin.