Kilgrave's Joy

26- Aka Suitcases

"Joy!" Kilgrave's words echoed in my mind as I span around in darkness, feeling myself being carried and placed upright, before a restraint came across my waist.
Where am I? I thought, unable to speak or to see, at least clearly. My head rolled as I felt a warm body close in on my own, supporting my head on what felt like their shoulder. "K-Kilgrave..." I managed huskily, still confused as to where I was and what was happening.
My vision was blurred and I was unable to open my eyes for more than a few seconds, the Orange lights coming and going distorting my already hazy vision. "What- what did you-" my head fell forwards as I felt myself let go, unconsciousness shrouding me in nothingness.

The first thing I heard was the radio, a soft melodic rock tune which seemed to be coming from in front and besides me, along with the familiar sound of tyres along tarmac and rain against a window. I was in a car. Rolling my head over my eyes fluttered open, a hand on dark purple trousers.
Kilgrave.
"Urgh..." My hand raised to my head, everything aching and pounding.

"You're awake, good. You had me worried." I heard him speak, but I didn't acknowledge him. Instead I looked out the window, trying to find any indication of where we were, but nothing but rain and other headlights could be seen. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been drugged." I snapped at him, looking at his hand as he offered me a bottle of water. "What, so you can drug me again? No thanks." Just as I began to... Urgh this man was so infuriating!

"You were drugged, yes. But they were went for me. I obviously took the wrong glass." I looked up at him and his face showed no sign of fault, actually more, worry. I remember the same look just before I passed out.

"Who would want to drug you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Jessica has tried it before. It wouldn't surprise me if she tried the same again." He replied, shaking the water bottle in front of me. "Drink. It will help." I scowled and took the bottle, taking a large mouthful.

I'm sure he didn't mean to control me that time. I suddenly thought. Wait, what?! "I take it we're going to where you said at dinner." I groaned, noticing I was still in the dress. "God, no wonder I ache. This damn dress is bloody uncomfortable."

"Stop at the next services." Kilgrave ordered the driver, looking at me and nodding. "I thought you would appreciate waking up in the same clothes you..."

"Yeah, thanks." I shrugged off, turning away. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, he could have done anything to me, and instead... "You saved me, again." I noted, looking at him as he smirked. "Thank you."

"Is that gratitude I'm getting?" Kilgrave upturned his smirk into a toothy grin, shrugging. "And to think, everyone thinks I'm the bad guy." I let out a laugh, immediately regretting it as the sound resonated in my head.

"Jesus... Whatever she hit me with hurts like a bitch." I drank some more of the bottled water, looking outside to see lights begin to appear. "Where are we going?" I ask, not expecting an answer from him.

"North. Not much farther, just a few more hours or so at a guess." Trying to remember my American geography, I attempted to think what was north of New York.

"Are we going into Canada?" I ask him, earning another one of his smirks.

"In a manner of speaking, yes." He answered, looking down at my arm. The bandage had soaked the blood from the wound, and to be honest looked pretty nasty. "That needs changing. Pull off here." Kilgrave told the driver, making us pull in to a hotel car park.

"You said we're no more than a few hours away." I said.

"We've been driving all night, and I haven't slept, unlike you." I cocked an eyebrow, grabbing an umbrella out the back of a seat.