XIII: Hell Followed

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Staysha's POV.

Justin and I woke up later in the afternoon. I made him breakfast since most of the gang had already gone out to eat while we were sleeping.   Justin ordered me to get ready for the day, so I got dressed in an unadorned outfit such as jeans some vans and a regular t-shirt and jacket. Justin dressed in all black but wore some white vans and a snapback that was also white. Yet, he still managed to look so good.

"Are you ready?" Justin asked. I nodded and we headed down the elevator and to the garage level. Justin grabbed a random set of car keys and unlocked the doors to a blacked out Bentley. I opened the door getting into the passengers seat, as Justin got into the driver's seat.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

He looked over at me after modifying the mirrors in the car, "No questions on this trip it's just a drive to get away, okay?" He said adding a smile, I nodded.

He backed out of the opened garage and we drove out. For a little while, I'd say like thirty minutes, we drove into the city to stop for some lunch before heading out to where there was only the road we were driving on that was surrounded by grassland. It was utterly beautiful and unwinding if you asked me. It was silent between Justin and I. I didn't mind it at all, it was a soothing tranquility.

It was quickly hitting the evening time and we were driving around in the sunset, and we have been driving for a few hours now. I was honestly getting pretty agitated from being in the car for too long.

"Are we almost there? I'm sorry, I had to ask." I looked down feeling as if it's repulsive for me to even ask such a question.

"We're just driving around, we can go back home if you want." Justin said.

"Oh, no it's okay." I said looking right back out the window. You could see a vague light of a place which instantly sparked my interest. "Justin, what's over there?" I asked, once again.

"I don't know, some sort of festival or something?" He shrugged focusing back onto the road.

"Can we go check it out, please?" I begged.

"We- I- But-.... Fine." He grumbled, before heading up the street to take a left. I couldn't help but smile at the fact. I haven't been to a carnival in years, since I was in middle school.

As he turned into the parking lot of the carnival it didn't take long for us to find parking before we got out.

"What do we even do here?" He asked with an annoyed tone.

"We play games, win prizes and go on some fun rides. I promise you it won't be boring." I smiled, trying to bring some positivity in to his negativity, it didn't work because he groaned. So, I grabbed his hand and led him to the front gate where there was a little long line but it went by after five minutes and Justin paid for our two tickets and a card that held our tickets for the games and attractions before heading inside.

"What do we do now?" He asked.

"Now you're the one asking all the questions, let's just do some rides before we even get started to win games." I told him. Just in case if we were to win than we wouldn't have to bring our prizes with us if we wanted to go on rides after, and get it stolen from some little kids or teens. Common sense.

"What kind of rides do they have in here?" I asked.

"Uhm, they have The Ring of Fire, the Timber-axe, The Disco Ball, or the Slingshot. I've never been on the slingshot cause it's like thirty dollars per person and there has to be two people, and I'm a broke ass bitch, and I'm scared..." I said, with a little laugh.

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