Revealed

Chapter Two

I wasn't aware that I had fallen asleep. It was only when I woke up that I realised that I had drifted off, and that we weren't in his apartment. Instead we were back in his car, my seat reclined slightly. The air was silent, no eighties' music like normal. I jostled from side to side as we hit a speed bump, clearly driving over it too fast, the bottom of the car skimming the concrete with a clang.

I opened my eyes, blinking in the sun. It was summer, and warm outside, but I felt cold. Hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, but the chill entirely internal. I sat up, twisting the dial of the chair, setting it upright as I stretched out, back clicking.

I didn't speak, and neither did he. I didn't even want to look at him. I was scared of what I would see. I knew his face, I knew what he looked like, the clothes he wore, the messy texture of his short, chocolate hair. But I didn't know him, I never saw what was underneath his skin, not until now. I'd believed everything that everyone had been telling me. I didn't know myself, after the accident, after I'd lost my memory, I'd believe whatever I was told. That needed to stop.

Zander kept shooting me worried glances, eyes on me more than they were on the road. He licked his lips, mouth parted slightly like he was going to say something. He didn't. I almost wished he had – it would have been better than the noiseless void in my head. If I didn't keep it quiet, then the thoughts would consume me.

I didn't want to go back there, to that night. I longed to be back asleep, dreamless and mind blissfully absent, ignorant of the real world around me. The world was different, my life was going to be different. I swallowed, my throat was dry and I was thirsty. I pulled open the glove box; then shut it just as quickly. My eyebrows pinched together, apprehension building.

"Zander, why is there a gun in the car." His eyes were back on the road.

"Just in case." I had half a mind to ask in case of what, but figured better than to go there. "I don't plan on using it."

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging it through the long, tangled curls, red strands falling out, glinting like tinsel in the sun. "You have to stop lying to me now." He wouldn't have a gun if he didn't plan on using it. He had it for a reason. It didn't sound like he had been the one to kill Kate, but he clearly had a murder weapon of his own.

"I don't want to use it."

"Do you have any water?" Change of topic seemed best.

He handed over a bottle, already half empty. I took a swig, not knowing how long we'd only have the one bottle for. I stuck it in the holder at the side of the door.

"Do you know who they were?"

He grimaced, not replying at the indicator ticked. He turned the corner, speeding up and we climbed on the motor way. "No. Not exactly."

"You have an idea?"

"I hope I'm wrong." But he wouldn't be; how many people do you know who'd be likely to murder someone.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know. I don't have much of a plan right now. I'm just trying to get us away."

"Alright." I slouched back down, leaving off the questions for a while. I looked out the window, watching trees flash past, counting all of the red cars we over took as we switched lanes, the car accelerating further. I reached around in my pocket, still in the same jeans from yesterday. My phone wasn't there.

"Do you have my phone?"

He shook his head. "I threw it away." I frowned, I wanted it, just in case Mum and Dad tried to call me. I hoped that they would call me. I wanted to hear their voices, to ask what they knew. I wanted to be with them, I wasn't ready to let go of so much so quickly. Tears pricked my eyes just thinking about it. I wasn't going to go there.