It's all around me, pooling at my feet. Why can't I scream at this sight? Both of them. My mouth dropped open, but all that escaped was a squeal. Both eyes scan the body and land on something. The figure yanking a knife from Father's chest, causing blood to pool over his chest, down the side and soak into the mattress.
The man tilted his head, just an inch, and I saw them--green eyes.
Gasping, I jerked up in my seat. I flew forward, grasping the dashboard. My seatbelt clicked, I couldn't go any further. Ethan swore beside me, and as the steering wheel spun he whipped it in the opposite direction, preventing the truck from wheeling into a ditch. Heart pounding, I leaned back into my seat.
Meanwhile, while a Honda rushed past us, a woman stuck her hand out the window and gave Ethan the finger. He barely noticed, as he was looking from the road to me, eyes wide, brows furrowed, as if I were insane. Maybe I was; I was in love with a murderer, after all.
"What the hell was that about?" Ethan nearly yelled, causing me to jump a little.
"A bad dream, sorry," I mumbled, looking away and turning my attention to the fields. We were barrelling down the highway, the early afternoon sun streaming through the windows on my side of the truck. Last I was awake, Ethan was at a bank, inserting a credit card into one of the machines to get some money. We were far from that town now, but at least there were still vehicles driving by every few minutes, or I might have scared myself.
With a sigh, Ethan rolled his shoulders and settled back into his seat.
"So," I started conversationally, turning to stare at him, "where are we headed this time?"
"No idea," he replied, sticking his arm out the window and waving the moment he saw a semi behind us. Sticking his arm back inside, he smiled at me. "I didn't think I would find you in a ditch getting the crap kicked out of you"--he ducked a slap from me--"but since I did, my plans got screwed up. So until I figure out what to do with you, you're stuck with me."
I laughed. "What plans did I screw up? Really?"
Ethan fell silent, grim looking. It was like I could see the gears turning in his head. "You weren't supposed to be there," he said finally, distantly, as if he was alone in this truck and remembering. "You shouldn't be here right now."
"Where should I be then?"
He didn't look at me as he said it: "Away from me."
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WRITTEN AT SCHOOL. I had to plan for a dance tomorrow night so my mind was elsewhere when I wrote this. x-x Sorry, guys.
But I will have another Chapter up in a few minutes. :)
--Allison.
