Hell Himself

Fed up.

As I saw him walking towards the car, I tensed up. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I suddenly felt scared. I swallowed the lump in my throat, hugging my knees to my chest and looking down.

I started to hear howls of people calling out to Bill, slowly getting closer. I looked up, seeing that all four cars were being surrounded by crowds of girls, who were trying desperately to get their attention.

Bill opened my door, grabbing my bicep as he pulled me out of the car. He took me over to Tom, who was sitting in his car, window down, smoking a cigarette.

"You're gonna be riding with Tom this time." Bill huffed, opening the passenger ger seat to Tom's car and waiting for me to get in. I was extremely hesitant, but I got inside.

I was uneasy being in Tom's pretty, red Lamborghini because, for some reason, he had white seats, and I still had dried blood on me from when he threw me on the floor in the hospital.

Bill walked away, slamming the door again, making me flinch. Tom chuckled, shaking his head at me.

"You're ridiculous..." He mumbled, turning his head away as he said it and taking another drag of his cigarette.

I looked over at Tom, seeing the guy with short blond hair running up to us. He leaned down and started talking to Tom.

"Tom, why aren't you picking a girl to ride with you?" He asked breathlessely before looking over at me and scrunching his face up in confusion. "Why have you got Bill's girl?"

Bill's girl? I was getting angry again, burying I knew better than to speak up right now. I growled, crossing my arms and looking down while they spoke.

Tom shrugged, groaning. "I don't know, Gustav." He shook his head and huffed through his nose, looking straight again. "Bill threw her in here. She better not get that blood on my white seats."

He clutched the wheel so hard, his knuckles went white, and his hands went red. Gustav chuckled.

"Whatever." He looked at me, and back at Tom again, them behind him. "Y'know, there are a lot of pretty girls out tonight. It's a shame you can't have one with you." He teased Tom, looking back at him and shrugging, leaning up and going away to pick his girl.

Tom looked over at Bill and shouted to him as he was leaning against his car, just watching everyone go wild. He didn't move. His face didn't soften, and he did not look happy.

"Bill!" He called him over, making Bill grunt as he strode to us again.

"What, Tom?" He asked impatiently, leaning down to his window and taking a glance at me.

"Why aren't you picking a different girl to have with you?" Tom questioned, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.

Bill rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead and sighing. "I don't need a girl to ride with right now. You know what happened to the last one, when I was angry."

"Ah, yes. There was so much blood that you had to steal a whole new car." Tom laughed, slapping his knee and finding humour in Bill potentionally killing someone, but I couldn't tell yet.

Bill chuckled, shaking his head. He looked at me and saw how scared I was. His eyes softened for a split second before going back to normal.

"Calm down, Am, we aren't gonna kill you like we did those other girls." My eyes widened at that. I just nodded, hugging my knees to my chest and looking down, burying my nose into my knees.

"Oh, and don't forget your seatbelt this time." He remarked before walking away and getting into his own car.

Tom looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You forgot your sestbelt when Bill was driving?"