"No friendship is an accident."- O. Henry, Heart of The West
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Chapter 13
"Where exactly are we heading to?" I break the silence apart that has been bugging me ever since we got in the car.
My phone beeps all in the sudden. I pay an instant attention at the screen of my phone, which is lying on my skirt all this while. Before reaching to it, I squint my eyes to have a clear look of the person who messaged me. It reads 'Mother'.
Seeing it as no one in importance, I leave it unreplied. A succession of emotions flashes across my face. Anger, irritation, disappointment and hatred are all jumbled up and I settle back with anger.
I don't care how much the anger is consuming me but I just let it happen no matter how unhealthy it is.
"Are you not going to reply it?" Alexander asks, breaking me out of my train of thoughts.
"And now you care to utter a word?" I snap without looking at him.
"Yes."
Frankly, I am taken aback by his bluntness which causes me to look at him. He has his eyes on the road, steering us to the possible location of my murder site.
"Well, I don't appreciate your concern. Mind your own business, would you?"
"Of course," he replies coldly.
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" Where are we?" I ask as I avoid myself from stepping on the twigs and branches which are all round.
Apparently, we are somewhere in the woods. The trees are all aligned in a straight line and decorated by leaves which are turning into, different yet beautiful shades of orange.
They are looming over us, creating shades from the sunlight.
Speckles of dust can been seen clearly in the rays of light that successfully made their way between the leaves. The sight itself blows my mind away.
I wish I could have someone taking a picture of me here to update my Instagram feed. The idea of seeing Alexander furrows his brow to my request have me against it.
"Can't you see? We're underwater with some seaweed around us."
Alexander replies with a loud, raised voice. I halt to a stop and look at him. He is a few meters away from me since he has long strides.
I watch him walk as I stand there, not wanting to move any further. As if he senses something is off, he turns around to look at me. Our eyes meet, the green-coloured against the hazel ones.
If we were friends, I would tell him he looks spectacular. His eyes, his face, his height and body, are all to-die-for.
"I am serious. Tell me where we are heading to or I am calling 911 now," I glare at him.
He smirks at me as he brushes his thumb across his lips , not taking everything I say seriously. His muscles flexes at the action.
"Are you sure about that, Irea?"
"Try me," I challenge him as I take my phone out from my pocket.
With some taps on the screen, I dial the number. I hold it out on display after putting it on loudspeaker.
He looks surprised but in a good way, like he does not expect me to do this.
"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"
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