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~ Kayden ~
Words cannot describe how I’m feeling right now… well, there are words that could describe what Mac now thinks of me… Jerk, Ass, Douche… the list was practically never ending after what I said to her. Words that I can never regrettably take back. Because I couldn’t be selfish, I couldn’t have her fall for me… because why? Because her life would be a mess if we were ever together.
I gritted my teeth with focus while maneuvering through the heavy tread of morning traffic. We had been driving for hours now. I knew what was going on though, why the Escalade wasn’t shooting at us. Two reasons my friend. One, it was broad daylight, only an idiot would shoot with so many witnesses around and risk getting caught by the police. And Two, they were playing the Predator and Prey game. It was so simple in fact. Drive on our tails until we ran out of fuel and then jump us, and by then, it’d be probably dark too. All the more convenient.
“We’re going to have to lose them again,” I mumbled through gritted teeth as my foot stomped on the accelerator making the hornet groan in protest. Come on faster, go faster!
“Alright,” she quietly mumbled, her long locks obscuring her eyes from my view, “You’re the one in charge here.”
I bit my tongue, a pang of guilt stabbing my chest. She hated me; she hated me for leading her on.
“Okay, just… hang on,” I mutter while shifting gears. Come on Kayden, apologize…
“Whatever.” Her voice was barely audible, barely above a whisper; slightly shaken and scared.
“Look Kenzie, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” I muttered as fat raindrops began to splotch on the windows of the car. Rain during a car chase? great, just great!
“I’m not worried about getting hurt,” she mumbled while lightly blowing her chestnut bangs from her eyes, “I’ve been hurt many times before.”
I forced down that icy guilt fluttering in my chest as I remembered about her past. I don’t think she meant physical pain either…
“Mac, about what I said ear-”
“Just drive Kayden,” she spat, venom maliciously seeping into her words, “I’m sick of this bull, just drive!”
I mentally winced at the ferocity of her tone, “Mac listen I-”
“Kayden, just drive!”
I bit my tongue to the point where I tasted blood; this was not going as smoothly as I planned.
Looking ahead, I noticed how the windshield wipers squeaked as the fluttered back and forth across the windshield, squeak squeak squeak.
At that point, I realized that was my life right there, a windshield wiper, and Mac was the window. Metaphorically of course…. My relationship with Mac was oscillating, constantly tittering back and forth on a rare, thin line of trust. Why you may ask? Cause I fed her a ton of BS and bitchy karma came back to bite me in the ass.
“Holy Cow!” she suddenly screeched causing me to jump. What the?
“We’re slowing down! A LOT!”
I groaned internally while stomping on the accelerator to no avail, the old hornet just groaned in frustration, refusing to increase its speed.
Crap crap crap!!! The engine’s toast!
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Kidnapping her Heart
Ficção AdolescenteMcKenzie Lauren Hales' life is pretty cliché. She has filthy rich parents who are too preoccupied with work to care, a huge private estate in upscale LA, and all the freedom a seventeen year old could ask for. But being spoiled rotten has its downsi...
