"Tiffany! Where are you taking us?"
Jessie leaned up from the backseat, fear smoldering in her eyes.
"What?!" She snapped, whipping the wheel aggressively, giving her a pointed stare.
I'd never seen her face contort that way. Full of hatred. Her auburn curls fell into her face.
It resembled a dark void.
Jessie, her face doing it's own gymnastics, phone in hand, shoved it towards Tiff's face.
"We-" she said, pointing from herself, to me,
"We can't be here. The sun-the sun goes down in two minutes."
I grabbed the phone from her hand.
"F***."
Was all I could muster.
Tiffany's fair knuckles grew red over the steering wheel as she slowly moved the hair away from her face.
She smirked.
"But yet, here you are."
