Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 27 - Nini

Nowadays...

After grabbing my backpack and closing my locker, taking my anger out on the door for a moment, I rush out of the building, trying to find out if Mads has returned and is around. However, parked at the exit, standing in front of a car, Damon calls out to me with a finger and I roll my eyes, marching up to him, standing in front of him and crossing my arms.

"I was wondering how long it would be before we did this again," I say, remembering the last time I accepted his 'ride'.

He snorts and opens the back door for me to get in, where I see that Michael is behind the wheel and Damon sits in the seat next to him.

"Did you bring company this time?" I ask, still feeling the anger bubbling up in me. – "So, how is it going to happen?"

"So, that's how it works when you can talk? You just can't shut up?" Damon retorts and I sink into the seat.

Asshole.

I try to keep quiet, but I'm pissed off with Ivarsen and don't have the slightest patience for being threatened once again by his father.

"You know what, it's fine. You made it clear that you didn't like me and that you didn't want me around, but I ignored it, and I'm dating your son, so I understand. You already wanted to kill me," I say. "And if you really do decide to kill me, there's not much I can do, but at least I won't die a virgin—"

"Fuck, what's wrong with you?" Damon exclaims, turning to face me, while Michael is writhing with laughter.

I shut up once more and try to guess where I'm being taken. The brownie buzz has worn off and I feel agitated after what Ivarsen and I did in the library. It feels as if I'm sleepy, but my body is unable to switch off and is ready to run a marathon.

I consider grabbing my cell phone to let him and Mads know I'm with his father, but I know that would just give Damon another reason to think I'm playing some kind of game with their kids.

"Do you mind putting on some music?" I ask, annoyed by the silence in the car, even after I open the two back windows.

"You think we're going to kill you and you're asking me to put on some music?" Damon questions me, but starts fiddling with the dashboard, and as soon as I manage to connect my cell phone instead of his, I start I Just Wanna Live and turn it up as loud as I can.

Through the rear-view mirror, I see Damon's lips move to call me a "fucking prick" and I control my laughter.

But when we cross the bridge that leads to the other side of town, I stay alert, and when I realize where we're going, I put my cell phone in my backpack.

"Michael, where are we going?" I ask, addressing him directly for possibly the first time in my life.

But he doesn't answer me, and neither does Damon. And when we enter the street that leads to my old house, I don't wait to find out what we're doing there, grabbing my backpack and jumping out of the moving car onto the grass that scratches my knees, but only superficially, and starting to run into the forest, still being able to hear the swearing and shouting of the two, who brake the car and come down to get me.

Fuck, they were going to hand me over to Evans? Like I was a fucking package or something? Did Damon hate me that much?

I run some more, but I'm in my territory and I don't have to go far to find the first place I can hide.

"Fuck, Michael! Did you leave the doors unlocked?" Damon asked from a distance as I climbed one of the trees.

"She's not a child, Damon," he retorts, irritated. "How was I supposed to know she'd do that?"