Gone Ghost

Chapter Four: I Only Wanted Privacy And I Got Guns Instead

        It was ten o'clock at night. It was about time I had a little more fun than just taking walks in nature. I put on a pair of black skinny, black and white converse, an AC/DC tank top, and black leather jacket with a hood. I brushed my hair and parted it to the right. I did this all after I took a shower, of course. I put on some makeup. Not much just some mascara, and enough foundation to cover up my scar. Which, I'll admit, was a little more than usual. I put a fake beauty spot on the corner of my eye so that I looked different. I even went the extra mile and painted my nails black. When I was finally done and satisfied, I picked a few weapons and put them my purse. I had enough money for a few drinks. I used my fake ID. Which said I was 21. I finally lifted my hood and went out the door. I could hear Aiden down in the garage. He was muttering, which was a good sign that he was super focused on his work. I bent down and silently crawled passed him. I walked through the hallways and passed the doors. I finally got down to the ground floor. I opened the door, looked behind me to check if he was coming, and silently went out. I walked down the streets and finally found a bar called Boogaloos.
What a ridiculous name?
I went in anyway. I walked in and pulled down my hood. I had to act natural. I walked up to the bar and sat down. I crossed my legs and waited for the bartender.
"Hello what can I get for you tonight?" He asked.
"Um, whiskey, please" I said. He nodded.
"Be back in a flash" he said. I pulled out my money. He came back with a glass of whiskey and the bottle.
"How much?" I asked.
"Oh no, you can put that away, doll, it's for free" he winked at me.
Oh good God, no. Not tonight.
"How much?" I asked.
"As I said, for free" he winked at me again.
Well you might as well take advantage of the moment.
"The whole bottle?" I asked.
"Yes, doll" he replied with a playful smile.
"Great, that's awesome" I said and pulled the bottle closer to me. I wasn't planning on getting drunk tonight, but why not take the whole bottle anyway. I sipped about two drinks before any mysterious guys started eyeing me.
Oh great, just what I need. Another person wanting to kill me.
I started getting skeptic and stuck the bottle in my purse. I pulled my hood and made my way to the door. I walked out. Once I was outside I pulled out my lipstick taser. Not today people's. The two men started following me and getting closer and closer. I pulled out two lipstick tasers. Yes I brought two. Once they were close enough one grabbed my shoulder tightly. I turned around and tased both of them. Then I ran to the house.
You screwed up. You screwed up big this time, I scolded myself.
Cars started to come out of nowhere.
Ah, c'mon! Really?! I just wanted some freaking privacy and few hard core drinks is that a bad thing!
I ran to the house even faster. Then, out of nowhere, Aiden pops up in his hotrod.
"Get in" he said. I get in and he puts the pedal to the metal.
"Why did you sneak out?" Aiden asks.
"Because I wanted a few drinks" I replied.
"I had some whiskey and beer in my cabinet, you know?" He said.
"That's not the only reason is it?" He added. I stayed silent. I'm not letting the words slip out of my mouth today, nope. He drove faster.
"Talk to me!" He raised his voice. He pushed the gas pedal even harder. He was dodging traffic right to left. I looked at how fast he was going -- it was ninety-five miles an hour.
"Slow down you'll get us both killed" I said.
"Not until you tell me why. The nightmares everything" he stomped on the gas pedal.
He just doesn't stop does he? I'm not even going to tell him. Threatening to kill me isn't going to work. He thinks I care if I die? Ha! Wow. That's amazing.
He was speeding even faster. Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred, hundred and five, hundred and ten....and on and on and on. I stared at the blurry road. We were going super fast.
"DON'T YOU CARE?!" He yelled. He finally slowed down.
"You don't care, do you?" He looked at me sympathetically. I turned to him.
"No" I said. I realised we were at his house. I got out of the car.
"Hope you have a safe house" I said. And walked inside I packed the valuables and things I needed in my bag. A lot of weapons and clothes. I grabbed my valuable cat hoodie and socks. Don't judge me for my love of cats. He packed up some of his stuff too. We put our stuff in the back of his hotrod and drove off. He put on all of the security systems and his whole tower on lock down.
We drove off. I took off my makeup in the car. It revealed my scar. I looked in the mirror a few more seconds; staring at my scar.
Stupid. You shouldn't have went out in public you knew it was dangerous but you did it anyway. Why are you so stupid?
I closed the mirror and started pulling my hair back in a ponytail.
"I like your hair when it's down" Aiden broke the silence. I stopped in the middle of putting my hair in a ponytail, and looked at him.
"What?" I asked.
"Your hair...it looks better when it's down" he replied. I looked at him blankly, then I finally looked down at the ground.
"I'm sorry I was stupid" I said.
"I should be apologizing, I almost got us killed just because I wanted you to talk. I'm sorry" he apologized.
"I guess we both did something stupid" I laughed sheepishly.
"Yeah, we did. Can I ask you a question and you promise to answer it honestly?" He asked. I bit my lip. Promises.
I hated them and loved them. Mostly hate them. So many people break their promises. So many make promises they can't keep. A promise is another thing that's temporary. It's either broken or someone keeps it for as long as they should. Promises. Why do you taunt me with promises? Why do people break promises? Why do they make promises they can't keep? I promise you this I promise you that. Promise here promise there. Promises everywhere. In marriage, when you have kids, to yourself. Dumb stupid promises.
"Yeah, I promise" I said.
"Why don't you care if you die?" He asked. I took a deep breath.
Oh no, that was stupid. God I'm so stupid. Promises why do you trap me?
"Because --- because I don't fear death. Because my life is screwed up. And I'm screwed up. I'm a mess" I confessed. I lifted up my hood and pulled my knees to my chest. Aiden pulled the car over and turned to look at me.
"You're not a screw up. Your life may be a little screwed up but you're not a screw up" he looked me dead in the eyes.
"Why do you care about me so much?" I asked.
"Because I made a promise. And you're special. Not just because of your genes, but because you see things differently" he said. And we drove in silence.