Breathe

What Have I Done

We are now sitting down at a park eating some lunch because it is 12:00. We haven't done much. Trust me I want to go home but what if I do that and they follow me and take me right back here? What if they have more people that will come and hurt my friends and family? I'm not just putting myself in danger here.

"I think I could see you driving a Mercedes." Lance says while taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"Oh really. I could see you driving....... Hmmmmm.......... Just a fast, black, sports car." I say.

We are just saying what we can see each other having or doing because we are bored and don't have anything else better to do.

1 HOUR LATER

We are walking in the woods now because Lance said he wanted to show me something. I feel like this isn't a good idea. I mean you would think Candy and Tiger would be looking for us by now, right? Oh no. Is Lance leading me to them again? I mean he doesn't look like he has made any contact with anyone at all. All I know is that he has been on his phone a lot ever since we left. Could he be texting them?

"Why do you look so scared? Trust me, there is nothing you should be scared about. At least not anymore." He says looking back at me.

"Oh really cause every time I asked you where we are going you say it's a surprise and you keep dragging me further into the woods. For all I know you could be taking me back to Tiger and Candy. Or you could be fixing to kill me because that's the job they gave you. Don't forget you were one of those people who kidnapped me. You betrayed me. You beat the hell out of me. You also lied to me when I had amnesia. So why would I trust you?" I blurt out.

We have stopped walking now. He is standing about 2 feet in front of me just staring at me like I hurt his feelings. I didn't mean to blurt that out. Now my plan is going to be ruined.

"I said I was sorry. I can't change what happened. I would take back what I did and said to you in a heartbeat if I had the chance..........You know, I'm starting to think you don't want my help. You never did, did you?" He said while walking to me until he was in my face.

"Do you think sorry is going to fix this. I have scars for crying out loud. Every time I look at them I can't help but to remember what happened. Even when I look at you, I just remember you hitting me. You honestly think I want your help?" I say. SHIT! SHUT UP!

"................................ I should of known. You know, I had a plan. I was given a mission to kill you. I'm not going to. You can go and get your stupid help. I'm done. I will just leave you here." He said and went to walk away but I stopped him.

"You were going to kill me. That was your mission. To bring me out here and end my life. So what's stopping you?" I asked. I don't even know why I'm doing this.

".....I can't do it! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear! I have never killed anybody and I don't want to. Ever. I was taking you to a lake that would take you into the next town so they can tell you where the airport is." He says a little upset.

He comes up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Even if I tried I couldn't kill you. I like you to much to do that." He whispers.

Before I could say anything he puts his hand on my cheeks and bends down to kiss me because, you know, he is super tall. I was shocked. I didn't know he liked me like that. After he broke away he was just staring at me searching for an answer on my face. So I did the only thing I could think of to show him what I thought about that.......................................I slapped him. Hard.