Daughter Of Death

Chapter Six

The man's back was on me so I can't see his face even if I am frantically thrashing to let go. I hit him, bit him but his hold on my wrist only tightened even more.
We even got curious glances from the other passengers. I threw them pleading look but they would just shrugged.

They don't fucking care.

As my gaze suddenly turned to the window. I realize we are no longer traveling on the mountain side infact, I think we are nearing our first stop.

If my eyes could burn holes on anything I want, this guy would be anything but a living thing right now.

As if reading my mind he just laugh at my obvious annoyance.

Then something shiny caught my eyes. I brought left hand in front of my face to examine the thing. My eyes nearly fell out in its socket when I realize the thing that been put on my hand or rather in my ring finger were in fact a wedding band. That would explain the I-Don't-Care look of some passengers.

"Let go." I hissed at him.

"No." Was his only answer.

"What is your problem?" I ask.

Stumbling a bit on the process of trying to stop him from walking.

"You." Was he on a very tight budget on his saliva?

"Me? You've got a problem with me? And I don't even know you! How could that be?" I ask him incredulously.

"You don't understand." Well, well, well he did spoke more than a word that was a good progress on our non-existing relationship.

I was fuming both in anger and annoyance.

"Who do you think you are?" I snapped at his back.

Then suddenly I was pushed not so gently on the back door exit. My back ached in protest on his assult. My vision becomes blurry and I swear I just saw the universe. But before I could recover he leaned down , my heart thudded in anticipation. Very slowly his lips descended to mine.

This will be the wierdest first kiss and not to mention from a stranger!

So I waited.

Should I push him?
Stop him?

And waited.

Or maybe slap him?
He deserve it after all, right?

The soft warm feeling that I was supposed to feel did not come.

Instead my earlobe was assulted with warm breath that makes my breath hitch and my knees to buckle. Shivers run down to my spine, my fresh scar on the back seems to shot small sparks of electricity that entice my body from moaning.

A small part of me was displeased that the kiss did not happen.

"Not now, love."

Did I brush my teeth before leaving?

I cringed when realization hit me.

I did not!

Then the guy chuckles, his minty breath sent shivers down to my spine. Small sparks of electricity shot from my back, making my breath hitch again.

I suppressed a moan.

Then he spoke.

"Run!" This time there's an edge in his voice.

Was it fear? But I wasn't given much time to think.

Because he pushed me out of the door.

Then I am free falling.