ARIANNA'S P.O.V.
My eyes flash open.
Cold chills run down my back, while sweat drenches my face.
Then it all hits me.
"LET ME OUT OF HEEEREE!!!!"
I kick the trunk, hoping it could open.
Nope.
"FLINN!"
But nothing happens.
Louiee.
He'll save me, right?
I breath.
WHERE'S THE OXYGEN!?
I'm going to die.
In a trunk.
I sob silently, while the cars pushes forward.
But slowly, it begins to stop.
"Oh my God."
The door slams.
The trunk flies open,
"Miss Me Ari?"
"Fl-"
"You Left Me. For What, I may ask."
"I-"
"Save It. I Don't Want To Know."
"Fl-"
"I SAID SHUT UP, CAN'T YOU LISTEN FOR ONCE!?"
"CAN YOU STOP INTERPRETING ME!?"
"Watch your tone."
"How bout you go to Hell."
He slaps me with the back of his hand, letting his middle knuckle connect with my eye.
I push away from him,
but he pulls me into him.
"I love when you act like you don't love me."
"Are you phyco!?"
He grabs my face, roughly,
"Only About You."
If this was normal, that would've made me feel like a princess,
but now I feel like a prisoner.
"I want Lou-"
"Who? What?"
"Louiee."
"I don't know What you're talking about."
"Where are we going?"
"New York City."
"Huh?"
"It's 8 o clock at night."
Does He Think I'm Stupid?
"Why? We should be going back to Maine."
"Shuuushh Little Baby, don't You cry..."
"Flinn."
He grabs the back of my neck,
"What Baby Cakes?"
I wince in pain, that travels down my spine.
"Stop."
He pushes me away, making me ram into the car,
"Let's go."
He Grabs my arms and picks me up, shoving me back into the trunk.
"No! I kick my legs so they won't go in."
