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While I annoyingly drove down the long and beige bridge that separated a part of the cut and the figure-eight, my aggravated and hooded eyes occasionally flicked up from the rearview mirror, watching and supervising JJ's stupid and none trustworthy father in between JJ and I in the clean and neat backseat. Small huffs and eye rolls came out of my distressing body a couple of times, reminding myself of who I was currently driving, and accepting favors, whether I liked it or not.
There was so much pent-up anger holding up and bubbling inside my body. Especially towards his father, who wanted to seem innocent and as if he wasn't tormenting and scarring JJ's entire life, just to get his way and escape. I hated how I always allowed Luke to get away with his horrendous and abusive behavior towards JJ his whole life. Sometimes, I allowed a few words to slip when he was sober if we ever walked past each other in public, but JJ always warned me and pleaded me to stop. Just in case I was putting my body on the line, and he would hurt me and show me no mercy while he was head-poundingly drunk, and heavily drugged, barely able to keep himself together.
I knew my limits.
If I were to speak up and scold Luke and let all of my feelings out over the last couple of hard and stressful years, it would affect JJ and his brutal beatings. I didn't want to worse them, knowing his father could possibly kill him. I didn't even want the beatings to occur. Ever. Nonetheless, he never allowed me to stand up for him. He was protecting me, and even if I was crazy grateful, it wasn't enough. I just wanted to release everything all over Luke, make him feel like a piece of shit.
My tongue aggressively poked against the side of my cheek, while my hand severely gripped, earning my knuckles to appear white, digging my naturally short and clean fingernails into the leather of the dark-colored steering wheel.
"Hey, pull up to the Home Food here. I'm gonna need provisions." Luke spoke up, while I slowly turned the leather steering wheel to the left, getting off of the empty beige bridge, and into a more crowded street, as many cars passed by, while we approached many shops around the end of the street.
"So... I'm your Uber driver? I'm already driving you to the Marianas, or whatever the fuck it's called." I suddenly declared, peeking into the rearview, watching him roll his bright eyes at my intense words.
