Colour Me Red

Chapter 10: Ellie

Chapter 10: Ellie

Recap: "You're so dead," he rumbled.

The only problem was that I didn't know if he was being serious or not.

So it turns out he was being deadly serious.

The next morning, we got up nice and early to get a head start on the shopping, but unfortunately, Dune hadn't forgotten about how I accidentally slapped him across the face with my hands covered in suds.

Consequently, I ended up in the boot of his beat up Fiesta with my hands tied behind my back, duct-tape covering my mouth.

This was going to be some shopping trip.

I wondered if he'd have me walk around with a bag over my head.

"Mmmphh!" I attempted to shout for Dune, hoping that he would stop the car so that I could kill him. Of course, I had no such luck.

Using the heel of my shoe, I kicked out one of the taillights and shifted so that I could see out of the small gap. Getting a good look, I didn't recognise anything I could see and wondered where we were going.

I didn't know how to feel; to Dune, this was probably a joke, but to me it was the slightest bit scary considering that he killed people on a regular basis.

How was I supposed to know if he was actually angry or not?

After twenty minutes of a bumpy, uncomfortable journey, the car finally rumbled to a stop.

I started screaming again - or at least I tried to, as much as was possible with tape over my mouth.

The car boot opened and my eyes struggled to accept the sudden brightness that assaulted them, before focusing on that infuriating smirk that was plastered across Dune's face.

What a jerk.

"You know," he started thoughtfully, leaning toward me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're quite charming when you're quiet."

Glaring furiously, I kicked him in the gut.

He doubled over with one hand clutching his stomach, grunting in pain.

"I take that back," he rasped out.

I would've laughed if I wasn't so irritated.

I squirmed relentlessly until I was half sitting on the very edge of the car boot. Dune rose from his crouch so that we were face to face.

My breathing was heavy from all the writhing; his controlled. My nostrils flared, my cheeks puffing out as Dune's dark eyes pinned me to the spot.

In a single movement, he reached forward and ripped the duct tape from my mouth.

"Ouch," I grumbled, scowling at him. "I hate you so much right now."

He took no notice and reached around me to undo the rope that was holding my hands captive. It was some sort of sadistic hug that caused my pulse to rocket as his hands brushed against my lower back.

"Now be good or you'll be in the boot for the ride back as well," he said, stepping away from me.

My eyes narrowed and he smirked in return.

Before I had a chance to start walking in the direction of the shopping centre that we had apparently arrived at, Dune slipped his arm around my waist, sticking his hand in my jean jacket pocket.

"What are you doing?" I blurted.

(I couldn't help but notice how he always found an excuse to touch me.)