Butterfly Knot

Sweet Cheeks

            Soo-Yoon felt very awkward in the car with Amias sitting right across from her. She doesn't know if he was glaring at her, or if that's just his natural facial expression. He takes a cup filled with liquor and drinks from it. Does he always drink? Soo-Yoon fights the disapproving frown from forming on her face.

            Amias puts his cup down and glances back to Soo-Yoon.

            “I'm going to need your help again with the string magic,” He says.

            Soo-Yoon almost falls from her seat. That's what he kidnapped her for. She blinks at him in confusion.

            “You believe in me seeing strings of fate?”

            He clicks his tongue in response.

            “I would believe in pixies and fairies if it helped me destroy my enemies.”

            S-Scary.

            There was silence again between the two. She began to fidget under his gaze. Why wont he talk? The silence was really killing her. He's the one that forced her into the car, shouldn't he explain why she's here?! Her thoughts then move back to Edith. It really did bother her why he forced Matthew to tell her about him cheating.

            “U-Um, Amias,” Damn, she stuttered!

            His eyes snap up to her and a growl comes out.

            “Speak fast, Chink.”

            “My name's Soo-Yoon! Not 'Chink'!”

            He merely clicks his tongue in response. Soo-Yoon takes that as permission to talk.

            “Why did you want Matthew to tell Edith about his fiance. It didn't really benefit you, right?”

            He gives her his cold stare again. His hand was holding a cup and was clutching onto the glass. Was he angry? Why would he be angry?! All she asked was a simple question. There's no reason for him to be in anger. It was then that another thought came into her head.

            “D-Do you like Edith?” She leans forward and asks this in a whisper.

            In an instant Amias' hand shoots out and grabs her by the collar and brings her face dangerously close to his. He was not amused by her assumption.

            “You really want to fuckin' die, don't ya?”

            “N-No, I like living.” Her voice comes out in a squeak.

            The car ride was torture for her mind. The windows were tinted and she couldn't see outside. Also, every time she asked where they were going Amias' would snap at her to shut up. The same thing would happen if she tried to manage small talk. So, the ride consisted of her watching Amias' drink alcohol and maybe answer his phone every once and a while. It didn't help that when she took out her phone Amias snatched it away.