𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕.

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I have never been scared of what I didn't know.

Anxiety was the only feeling I understood in my body right now. My mind was blank, but in the same motion it was running 200 miles per hour, my limbs were absent of feeling. I was totally detached, but the only thing I could properly decipher was the nauseous feeling in my stomach. It was like an out-of-body experience, feeling like this. My soul felt like it left for the day and my mind was left on auto pilot to control this body of bones. I felt dead, maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't driving down this long deserted road with the radio playing and the wind flying through my hair.

Maybe I got caught in that explosion.

I slowly turned my head to stare at Hobie in the driver's seat. The wind blew the few strands of his hair in different directions, his eyes disguised by sunglasses and on the road. He drove with one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other dropped down on the console in between us, still as a statue as he drove.

We haven't spoken a word to each other since we left the gas station half an hour ago, the only time he talked to me was to tell me the elderly lady was fine and getting treated. He only knew because Opium called him.

The radio played endless songs back to back, that was the only thing distracting my empty state of mind, but even with that I wasn't listening.

He looked pale, his beautiful chocolate skin was now a few shades lighter, cheeks flushed like he was about to puke if he snapped out of whatever it was he was thinking about.

My hands had been tucked in my armpits, eyes staring back at my feet because I was too nervous to look elsewhere. If I looked at Hobie I was scared he would snap at me, but if I looked out towards the rearview mirror I was scared I would see someone following us.

"We are going to get there later than usual," he says after finally breaking the silence. "You should get some sleep while you can."

I kept my eyes on my lap, my arms tightening around my chest area with my stomach clenching. I felt so sick, I knew sleep wasn't going to be on agenda so I didn't say anything to his request.

So, I stayed silent.

"We need to get some things clear on what happened." He added, given I was going to stay silent. "I didn't plan for that to happen. I know you won't believe me, but that was not on my agenda."

My head stayed down, eyes shutting to breathe through my nose.

"(Y/N)." He says more assertively. "Say something to me. Please."

I turned my head to look at him, seeing how he was still looking at the road with his knuckles tightening. I stayed silent, staring at him. I could tell the tone in his voice he was starting to get frustrated, he just doesn't understand. He was actually very flushed with color, was he also going to be sick?