Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Dirty dreams

Chad's POV

Even though I am growing bored and inpatient by the second, the dude doesn't seem to stop talking anyway.

I glance at him, noticing curved and deep blue vein pumping in his neck. I lick my lips nervously without even realizing how hungry I truly am. However, I must control my blood lust, I can't go off again killing every damn human on my way like a total wreck. I don't want to draw anymore attention than I did already.

Who knows how much time do I have before the motherfucker Fordaham catches my trace? For one thing I am sure now, clearly as ever, I have to end this! At least for few months, to settle down, in other words.

But the damn vein is making me paranoid now. I already visualize the taste, the smell of it...my stomach growls once again, so as I close my eyes, I try to breathe slowly and deeply, so I could calm down and push aside the craving monster inside of me, who's desperate to step up again and ruin everything.

I don't fuckin' want this. Hell no.

During my multiple blackouts, when I get drawn into my bloody massacre I do stuff that i'm not really proud.

Well maybe just a little. I have a right to go a little bit nuts once in a while, so... fuck it. I'm out for little nap.

"Where's your car, anyway?"-the driver asks me again, forcing my eyes to snap open in annoyance. Looks like I overestimated this creepy guy.

I was this close to falling into a sleep I need that much, just seconds ago, I swear. He's turning into a unwanted passenger, into one of those who won't shut up and is better off dead than alive.

"Don't you need to call the evacuation or something, mate?"

What is his deepest darkest fear- i wonder instead. I swear if he won't shut up, i'll shove this stupid hat into his throat.

"Did already. My insurance company will get it back to Missouri in few days. Meanwhile i'm stuck here with you, mate!"-i retort back with a slight irony that is now obvious in my grumpy voice.

The driver gives me another glance, his eyes wondering on my outfits. "Why are you wearing a suit?"-he asks curiously.

I can do nothing but to roll my eyes. Being cooperative or even someone you could socialize with is really not one of my biggest character strengths. "And why are you wearing this hat if you're nothing even close to being a cowboy?"

"It's good keeping the sun out of my face,"-the driver, who appear to have the most stupid redneck name, Wade, retorts. "By the way, works just fine with the girls, if you know what I mean!"-he smirks.

"Ah, sure I do. Anyway, if you really want to know, I was attending the funeral."

"Ah, sorry!"-Wade mumbles after a slight and awkward pause. "Was it someone close? I mean got to be, if you drove half of the states."

"Just old friend!"-i sigh and close my eyes again. I don't know where this conversation is heading at, but i'm sure I don't want to find out. What's the point anyway? It's not like he lives another day.

No no, Haynes. I shake my head once again. This one will stay alive and in one peace. You can do this! I sigh again and close my eyes. Lately i'm not good in keeping awake. Must be something to do with the lack of nutrition.

However, I smile with relief, when we cross the border. One more state to go and I would be home. Same old peace of concrete and my cold cell.

Now, I can't say that I really missed all the scenery or my men, but clearly I need some solitude. I've been sharing my daily life with a bunch of people I didn't know these past few days and I would kill for a night without someone trying to dig into my head.