Chains & Butterflies

Chapter 5: Impudent Car Ride & A Revelation!

[WARNING! There are ALOT of swear word in this chapter]

Chapter 5: Impudent Car Rides & A Revelation!

"The best way to sell yourself to others is first to sell the others to yourself. Check yourself against this list of obstacles to a pleasing personality: interrupting others; sarcasm; vanity; being a poor listener; insincere flattery; finding fault; challenging others without good cause; giving unsolicited advice; complaining; attitude of superiority; [the occasional cursing] ; poor posture; a dress; [and those damn heels]."

-Unknown [lines added by me]

Thousands of thoughts raced through my head, as I eyed the man before me, and not one of them was pleasant at all. I had heard about hitch-hikers being picked up and killed. Being a female, it only increased the danger of something else happening. This is getting unbearable. God why didn't I listen to my conscious? Why did I have to pick this car? I mentally cursed myself and hope, no prayed, he wouldn't say what I dreaded to hear.

"To the Reed's residents, of course."

"What?!" I shrieked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" He said with a glare.

"Yes I have a problem." I said freaking out.

"How unfortunate," he smiled at me, "We're going there anyways."

The mention of my family's last name, send me into a world of panic. "No, way in the hell I'm going there!"

"You really don't have a choice." He told me coldly.

I scoffed at him, "like hell I do. I don't need to be there."

His eyes quickly studied me, and as that smirk grew he leaned in closer and whispered. "I think you do."

"Really, You want to tell me why pretty boy?" My own voice dripped in sarcasm .

A deep chuckle omitted from within him as he grinned chesterly at me. "Well you certainly need make an appearance to that engagement party of yours right, Evelyn. You don't want to be rude to your guests. Especially that fiancé of yours, I imagine how upset he would be to find his future wife missing."

Oh dear God in heaven, he knows. He knows who I am. Turning to look at Mr. Fox for help I yelled, "Stop the car!"

A smirk was plastered on his face he also turned to the driver. "No, keep driving Fox."

"I said stop the car! Damn it, Fox stop the car!" I feverishly shouted at the guilty looking driver.

"Don't listen to her Fox, keep going." he ordered, not even moving from his spot. Clearly this man was psychotic.

"Sorry Miss Reed." Fox now stared at me apologetically from the car view mirror.

"Are you deaf or something?!" I turned to the well-dressed man. Who in the hell is this person?

"Not that I recall." He responded coyly.

"Then stop the fuckin car!" I hit the seat in front of me emphasizing I was no longer in my sarcastic mood. He became amused at my ever increasing outburst. "Now why would I do that?"

I looked at him like he had stupid written in black sharpie all over his face. "So I can get out you idiot."

His glassy green eyes narrowed at me. "No, I don't think so."

"You're an ass you know." I began reaching for my own seat belt as he proceeded to respond to my remark.

"Yes, it appears I do have on-"