When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Eight

ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW

*Ally's Point of View*

I haven't said a word to Trevor. And he hasn't so much as glanced at me.

The truck was quiet and loud at the same time. The silence was deafening, and I felt like it would split my ears. I wanted so badly to scream at Trevor, but I don't know what there is to say. I can't pinpoint an exact way to release my anger.

I didn't know where we were going. Not that Trevor would ever tell me. I thought that he was finally going to want to be friends, after last night, it was obvious that he cared somewhat about me. But then this morning happened. What the hell changed?

Holden had been great. He treated me like I meant something to this Company, not like I was like every other victim that walked through the door. He apologized several times about Oliver. He was sweet and sincere.

Yet I couldn't get Trevor out of my head. I don't know how I feel about him. One moment he was totally kind to me, and the next he was angry at me. He was acting bipolar. And after I saw him in that fight, I realized how brutal he was, and how strong he was. One punch with his left hand sent that guy to the ground, knocked out cold. And Trevor couldn't have cared less about the man.

Trevor was willing to put me into the custody of the Company. I don't care about what I have to do, as long as I escape before Reno. But I don't want to leave Trevor yet, despite everything. He was intriguing. I wanted to learn more, I wanted to piece what felt like a huge puzzle together. Something had me tied to this company.

"Ally," Trevor finally breaks the silence. I stare at the little outline of a smushed bug on the windshield, ignoring Trevor.

He sighs.

"Ally, please, it's weird with this truck so quiet. Can we just move on?" He asks, sounding irritated. Why was he the one who was irritated? He had no reason to be, because he was a major hypocrite.

"Move on? That's funny," I force an unamused laugh.

"No, it's not funny, it's reasonable." Disagrees Trevor.

"Reasonable? You are the most unreasonable, condescending -"

"Ally, I'm going to stop you there before you make me any angrier," Trevor interrupts me.

"Why are you angry? Because you're too lazy to set an alarm yourself? Because I called to your attention that you beat and rape girls, rob innocent business, sell -"

"Okay! I get it!" Trevor cuts me off again. "I may have overreacted a little bit this morning."

"A little bit? You really are an unrealistic, self-absorbed, inconsiderate-"

"Ally! That's enough." His tone is sharper, and I shut up completely. My anger towards him was building up by the minute, but mainly because my feelings were hurt. And I hate when I let men hurt my feelings. Especially men like Trevor, which only made me angrier because Trevor made me feel like this. That goes against all my morals.

It's quiet again. But I have to agree, it was very uncomfortable sitting in silence like this.

"I don't want to be like your other victims, Trevor," I force myself to say, my eyes still trained on the dead bug.

"Trust me, you aren't like my other victims," Trevor assures me. What the hell did that mean?

"I mean that I don't to be weak and be treated like I am. I don't want to be yelled at for no reason, and I don't want you to drop me off in Reno."

"I can't help about what happens in Reno. That's not my job. Getting you there is, and that's what I am going to do." Trevor says, obviously frustrated.