Edge Of Destruction

Chapter 11

The journey is long, too long for my liking. We have been in this car for 4 hours without a break. Like a piece of artwork the sun begins to set filling the whole sky with colour. The birds fly in groups back to their homes and the air begins to get cold.

I still don't know where we are going but I am not in the mood to ask. For that matter I am not in the mood for discussion. Caleb's eyes are on the road, I notice fatigue setting in on his body. I feel slightly sorry for him; here I am daydreaming and he has been concentrating on the road. I can drive, I just don't want to.

Instead I put my earphones in and listen to music.

I didn't want to write a song
Because I didn't want anyone thinking I still cared about you.
I don't.

There is nothing like good Justin Beiber music when your just not in the mood to do anything productive.

You got that James Dean
Daydream
Look in your eyes
And I got that red lip
Classic
Thing that you like
And when we go crashing down we come back everytime.
Because we never go out of style
We never go out of style.

You got that long hair
Slick back
White t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith
And a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down we come back everytime.
Because we never go out of style
We never go out of style.

Whilst I was enjoying my song I notice Caleb pull up in a parking lot. Puzzled I watched as he got out and put something in his car. It might be petrol because in science I learnt that you put petrol in your car but I have never seen anyone do it before. My driver would always have the tank filled. Caleb goes into the shop and comes back out with two drinks and two packets of crisps.

"Here," he says tiredly.
"How long is left?" I ask
"about an hour," he replies.
"I can drive," I blurt out. He raises his eyebrow and looks as though he is debating letting me drive.
"Ok, your driving," he says. Can't he notice an open empty gesture? I don't want to drive. I frown and make my way to the driver's seat. I linger outside the car but inevitably I have to make my way to the car.

I sit down. Carefully I adjust my seat and the rear view mirror. I peak at my reflection in the mirror. The queen always said that the first rule of driving is to look pretty so I puff up my hair and add hair grips. Next I reach into my bag and add mascara and eyeliner. Then I spray some perfume.

Caleb raises an eyebrow at me but I return it with a scowl. He is too tired to argue with me so he just ignores me. I start the car and begin driving. I follow the map that Caleb left for me and concentrate as hard as I can on my task. Caleb dozes off and honestly he looks like a child when he sleeps.

After what seemed like eternity I reach the destination that the map showed me. This place looks completely abandoned: why would we come here? Gently I wake Caleb and inform him that we are here. He immediately becomes alert.

"Here," he thrusts a knife into my hand, "put it in your boot." Confused I oblige.
"Whatever you do stay next to me and don't trust anyone." he instructs.
"Where are we?" I ask frightened and confused.
"with the insurgents." he tells me.

My jaw drops open and my eyes widen in shock. The insurgents, they do exist.