Chapter 9: Awkward

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Emily

I struggle to open my eyes, feeling the throbbing ache in my head and jaw.

Where am I? How did I get here?

As my vision clears, I see this guy sitting in a white leather chair. Sandhills whiz past the car, and the tyres rumble.

Car tyres? Oh no, I'm in his car!

My heart's going crazy, pounding in my throat.

I attempt to move.

That loser... I'm stuck!

Ropes bind my ankles and wrists, forming an unforgiving knot.

I pout and furrow my eyebrows in frustration.

How can I escape from this?

I sigh and inhale through my nostrils.

Yuck, it's dirty as hell. This guy should clean his car.

The air smells so gross. It's making my nose scrunch up.

The smell isn't coming from the backseat, though. Honestly... It's in great condition and so comfy.

The foul odour emanates from the trunk, where he's left all that junk lying around.

Ugh, the egg smell won't go away... it's so repulsive. What a shame.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

Why even bother? It's not my car, and right now, I'm trapped.

If only I...

A tingling sensation in my bladder reminds me of an urgent need to pee.

No! Why now?

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Hero

"Why is she in your car?" Elara asks.

"I don't know. I couldn't just leave her."

"Why didn't you save me?" she screams, her blue eyes widening.

"Go away!"

I close my eyes tight and open them again.

I'm back to reality.

Falcon roars across the desert on worn-out tyres, its engine pushing against the endless expanse.

My hands get all sweaty in these old gloves, and my thumb hurts from that cut. The quick break didn't charge the batteries enough for a long trip, but I'll sort it out later.

I see her still out cold in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

Where would she go? Come on, Hero! What does it matter? You're the one who decides where we go, right?

My gaze returns to the desolate road ahead, lost in thought.

"I have to pee," she utters, breaking the silence.

Goosebumps prick my skin as I steal another glance at her reflection.

Those eyes.

They're large, deep, light brown, and elegantly tapered at the corners. Dark, thick lashes frame them, highlighting their unique shape.

"Hey! I need to pee!" she yells.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you," I reply, bringing the car to a halt.

My crossbow catches my eye on the passenger seat. I retrieve it, aim it at the girl, and remind her I'm the boss.

"Tied up like this. I can't even pee. So, will you untie me?" She displays her bound wrists and gestures upward.

She's right... Then again, it's dangerous.

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