Private Ale

16 - Critical

"Get me the fuck out of this car or I'm calling the cops on you." I find the strength to muster the words, my hands violently shaking.

Ryan makes a left onto the street and then turns back at me with a wicked grin plastered across his face.

"You're cute, you know that?"

The wheels are screeching as he zips down the highway, weaving in and out of cars, almost hitting a few by a close margin. People around us are honking and beeping as he cuts them off, throwing the finger, but he seems unfazed by the reactions.

"You fucking asshole." I mutter inaudibly under my breath. "Please! Someone... help me."

I bang on the back window violently, slamming my fists down as hard as I can bear.

He speeds off the highway, turning violently onto a small side road, nearly taking down a person walking their dog on the street. Suddenly, my body is thrown forward from the momentum and my mouth slams into the seat in front of me. He hastily throws the car into park and then turns around and meets my gaze, with stone cold eyes. They look like two small black holes, devoid of any emotion or feeling.

"Now, listen. You're going to do everything I say. If you don't..." He glances down to pocket. I suddenly become aware of a knife in his front pocket, the cold metal shimmering. "I'm gonna have to use my new toy. Don't make me dirty it up just yet. Got it?"

My hands are cold and trembling. My tongue feels swollen in my throat. I try to answer but all that I can spit out is a desperate choking sound. My heart is pounding against my rib cage.

"I'M NOT GONNA SAY IT AGAIN. GOT IT?" He snarls, particles of hot spit flying onto my face, a demented, twisted expression consuming his face.

"Got... it." I muster, narrowing my eyes at his sick face.

"You don't look as pretty when you're giving me those dirty looks, baby." He taunts, reaching to try to fix a piece of my hair.

"Get the hell away." I swat his hand off. "I'm not your baby, you sick son-of a-bitch."

He pauses for a moment, smiling. Then, he breaks into a fit of laughter, his gaze not leaving mine for a single moment."

"Is that right?" He laughs again. "Do you belong to someone?"

"Fuck you." I spit in his face.

"Whoah, you better watch it." He ducks back, avoiding it. "Did I make you mad? Just answer the question."

"What question?!" I raise my voice, enraged with anger.

"Do you belong to someone?" He slowly enunciates each word calmly and clearly.

"For your information, no. I just don't fucking like you and I never will."

"I knew it. He's too scared to show you what it's like to have a real man in your life." A crooked smirk creeps onto his face.

I pause, digesting his words.

"You mean... Billie...?"

He smiles again. "He's too much of a pussy to even ask you out. I bet he didn't even fuck you yet... good thing you have me. Now.. I'm gonna get out and we're gonna go inside. If you try to run away, yell, scream, resist in any way... I'll slit your throat."

With that, he promptly flings the car door open and jumps out. He opens the back door and then grabs my wrist, and locks his hand around it. He holds so tight that I feel my circulation cutting off and his dirty nails digging into my skin. He directs me up the driveway, onto a wooden porch, and then inside through the door.