When a too bold girl meets a 'shut the fuck up' kind of guy, and absolute hell breaks loose
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I stay silent, watching the stars as the gorgeous man keeps driving. Stars sort of speak to me. Obviously not literally but they put me at ease. I used to watch the stars a lot when my dad left, and even more after my mom got hit. It's my way of staying connected in some sort of twisted imagination. It doesn't make a lot of sense to others, but to me, it does.
They watch the stars, yet most never know the story behind them or how far they've travelled. Just how you see people's scars but can't possibly understand the hidden battles.
We're far too quick too judge.
My mind keeps going back to all the stuff I've said mere minutes ago. I may have talked a bit too much but i can't go without information. I usually freak out when i don't know what's going on.
And you can't blame me, the guy kidnapped me. who in their right mind would do that? then again, who in their right mind would be this calm?
I don't know why i am so relaxed, i just don't feel like something is going to happen. Like at all, and it's confusing because i'm in a car, with a stranger that i witnessed being involved in a murder, then proceeded to chase me and i ended up hitting him with a heel. Nevertheless, i'm more calm than when i do my face masks and watch my favourite tv show.
And that sort of annoys me. Isn't there supposed to be action when this stuff happens? Rapid heartbeats and crying?
Why the hell am i so numb then?
Maybe it's whatever they gave me to pass out. Maybe it's just me. Whatever the reason i'm grateful for it because panicking wouldn't get me anywhere.
I keep feeling his gaze on me through the rearview mirror. What's up with the guy? he always stares. Or perhaps he's making sure i'm not doing anything stupid.
I meet his gaze and give him a mocking smile. His eyes stay focused on me before his jaw clenches and his eyes turn back to the road.
wow..
if that wasn't the hottest thing i've ever seen.
I looked out of the window again, noticing the slight bit of light at the horizon. Hours must've passed because the sun is about to rise.
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How fucking wrong i was.
Hours didn't pass, a fucking day did. I suppose the drug was really heavy because once daylight arrived, i was watching the snow sparkle beneath the sun.
Where the fuck am i? There was no snow in the area and it certainly did not magically appear over night. Not in this amount. It's at least half of my in height. But then again, i wasn't very tall. in heels i was 5'6 without them 5'4. I think it's about average height though, right?
Not compared to this giant in the drivers seat though, he's at least 6'4, no doubt. So yeah, there was a huge gab.
Think, think, think..where could it be freezing right now? I look outside again, my insides twisting at the thought of having to go out there with nothing but my mini dress. Fuck this shit, i'm not doing that.
No way in hell, even if it means having to stay in this car forever.
I still don't get why he didn't just kill me, i mean it's so stupid to kidnap me. My entire family will flip out and look for me. I was supposed to meet them in a few days. Even though i have no idea why, they just said it was urgent and important.
Well, that won't happen now. And they have serious issues when it comes to disrupting their plans.
Then the man's voice kept resonating in my head, his accent. Even his voice was deep and a bit raspy.. fucking hell..
Gienna, the accent, concentrate.
Right.
My mind rushed back to the sound of his accent, It was fluent and rich, and sounded a bit like....russian.
Oh fuck my life. Yeah, if i wasn't dead before, i for sure am now. You don't get involved with angry russian man, never. And now the panic is for sure setting in.
I'm panicking more by the second, my breaths growing heavier and my chest tightening. It's either the drug fading away or i'm finally coming to my senses. Bits and pieces come back to me and in an instant i remember everything. My eyes widened as i recall the club, the milkshakes, a gunshot, blue and green..
Lucia and Olivia.
"cosa gli hai fatto?!" (what did you do to them?"
i instantly yelled, my chest too tight to breathe properly. Where are they? what if they're already dead?
no, no, no
I need to get out of here, i need to get to them.
I reach for the door mid drive but it's fucking locked. Bastard. "sidi, blyad', devochka" (sit the fuck down, girl)
His voice comes out rough, like i'm scratching away his last restraint of sanity. Good, may he fucking go crazy.
"i don't fucking speak russian, asshole" i mumble, crossing my arms over my chest. I'm shivering, shit it's so fucking cold. How long is this fucking car ride?
My lips are trembling as i lean back against the seat, his silence deafening.
He eyes me through the mirror yet again. I swear all he does is watch me. It's getting on my nerves and my body is all tingly and hot. Yet of course it' not enough heat to warm me.
i'm snapped out of my thoughts when something soft collides with my face.
What the fuck?
I blink, grabbing the thing from my face and looking down at it. My gaze shifts between the soft fabric in my hand and him. He just threw a hoodie at me.
"put it on, it's not fucking poisoned" he mutters. Did he notice i was freezing?
I pout, throwing it back at him. I don't need help, not from a man and especially not from my kidnapper.
"upryamaya devushka" he mutters, shaking his head. (stubborn girl)
I roll my eyes. "speak english, or don't speak at all, capito?"
yeah, i was pissed and quite irritated. Can you blame me?
Another shiver runs down my body and i rub my arms in order not to freeze to death. Why is there no fucking heater in this car?
Safe to safe i regret throwing the hoodie back at him.
