a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

What A Shithole

Tom pulls out of the drive quicker then ever, he pushes the gearstick and whizzes down the road, flicking gravel and dust up behind him. The car swerves through on going traffic, causing me to hold my breath. I gaze at the speedometer which is rising rapidly with each second, 90, 100. I grasp the seat beneath me and quickly fix my glance on the road ahead. The other cars on the road instantly move at the sight of us tearing down the motorways, however Tom enjoys getting close to the other cars as he speeds. Its like he knows every inch of the sleek black car. He near misses a few other vehicles that don't move quick enough and beeps at learner drivers.
The loud engine screams as we speed up. My chest becomes tight as I struggle to breath.

However Im not complaining about the speed today, I want him to drive as fast as he can, I want him to escape whatever's tracking us.
I grip the seat so hard that my knuckles become white and my fingers get sore from the amount of  energy and power Im using to grasp the thick leather.
We bomb past police cars, but instead of turning on their sirens and chasing us, they instantly move to the side and avoid us. I think its pathetic that the police are afraid of Tom. Seriously pathetic. But the last thing we need right now is a police chase while were trying to hide.

He flicks his speaker on and puts on his playlist, his eyes completely away from the road. I shiver in fear at the sight of him using his phone as he speeds past traffic in the corner of my eyes.
The loud bass boosted music shakes my body, I cant wait for this to be over.

"You lot, theres a place up here pull in on the second exit" He shouts over the phone. The sound of the hanging up noise is barely audible over the blasting music.
We pull into a deserted town, the streets are lined with litter and the houses are run down, they look abandoned in a way. Heads turn to stare as we swerve through the tight estate roads.

A gravel drive appears in front of us as we turn a sharp corner, the house is old and unloved.
Vine and moss engulf the walls, leaves are scattered on the roof, the front door is barricaded and the windows are covered in bird shit. The house looks as though nature has reclaimed it, birds nest on the chimney and I wouldn't be surprised if rodents had found refugee in the floorboards.
"Cmon baby" I look at Tom, jaw dropped. We cant actually be staying here? Surely not.
"I know it looks bad, its to keep people away." He says with a reassuring tone
"Whatever you say" I laugh

Bill Gustav and Georg hop out of their cars and throw old tarps over them, strange. I climb out, huffing in disbelief and take my duffle bag with me.
"Living luxury!" Georg says while creasing, Bill punches his shoulder as he laughs at the state of the house.
"Its this or nothing" Tom shrugs, he leads us to the front door and pulls out a crowbar and a key
"Oh fucks sake!" Bill moans as Tom tears the wood planks which barricade the door.
After a struggle to get in, we finally walk through the front door, its not actually as bad as I thought it'd be. I mean obviously its not nearly as nice as the last place, but its cozy. And its definitely not as decayed as the outside.

"Ya know what? I can get used to this!" Bill says while opening a few doors and checking out whats in each room
"Yeah, me too" I agree, its a sweet little house.
"Cmon baby" Tom pulls me up the stairs towards a room, he opens it to reveal our room, its small and has a double bed, theres a wooden wardrobe and a small ensuite
"Aw, its cute!" I say, its a very humble looking room.
"Mhm, bed looks comfy" He looks into my eyes, smirk spread across his face as he plays with his piercing.
"It does" I respond.