One Mystery One Life

Chapter # 61 me

She did nothing. Is this girl playing with my brains? What in the proper conscience is going on here. She's making me freak out. I studied her hands and the legs. The truck stopped abruptly and I put her chains back on. She let me. "Sorry! I got bored with these chains." I look at her disgusted. How could she do that?

I cursed her in my mind and drove further. This girl has something in her pocket. I was thinking that metaphorically, but I think I am on to something.

I made her stand in front of a tree and searched her. Nothing.

How did she do that? Maybe there is something more than it looks like. This is the first time I am going to make someone take off their clothes. I did not ask her but lead her between some trees.

I tugged on the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it off her body. I don't want to be harsh while doing such deed. I looked at her perfectly toned body in awe. She has a nice one but it's not the time for that. I could tell she was hiding a blush.

Noting on the front side. I walked around and spotted a skin matching sticker. What is this? I raised my hand to tear it off but stopped at her voice. "You better think twice before touching that." I glared at her even though she couldn't see me.

"And what if I don't?" I ask her and she snickered. Her tone and- "I have nothing on me. I had opened these chains in that hut thingy, using the hay." She told me and I gritted my teeth. Who cares, take this right off her shoulder. "You will find nothing. Just a nasty scar." She told me and I chuckled. Whom is she kidding? That doesn't stop me.

I reached for it but she stepped away. How dare she? I caught her by her shoulder and tore it. A scar as she said. Maroon lines. As if there was a wolf who did that. I sighed at her discomfort with her body and moved down. Too insecure are we.

I reached for her pants but she suddenly put her leg between my thighs. I have to admit she's kind of shy. Whom am I kidding? I reached for her shirt that was hanging on her chains and slipped it back on.

Stepping on the race, it started moving. I glared at her and drove. I wish I could kill her. Whom would have thought she would do that. It's going to be a long drive. It sucks that I have to spend another hour with her. Hour or hours even. Nervousness welled in my veins, but that did not stop me from putting on an extremely happy face.

She has successfully broke through my psychological weapon and a barrier and the irony is that she is using it against me. Does she intimidate her enemies in this way? Has she done this before? Who cares, concentrate on the road. I told myself.

A ringtone. I grinned. I sped up and made sure to take the highway. I had put a bomb. A fake bomb here. I neared the bank and I saw that the eyes of the girl started getting wider. I grinned and turned the steering wheel into the forest. The car tore through the road rails and started falling down with a fall. A big pang hit my heart and my stomach leaped. I caught on the internal car tightly.

For a second it felt like I would die and I saw my life flash in front of my eyes. The girl did not scream, nor did I. I felt my breath getting stopped. Air bags. I tried hard to breath and move the plastic type cloth off my face. After a few seconds I succeeded to do it. My lungs filled with air again and I started breathing normally.

We have no time. I have to take her and run into a safe spot. I opened the door and dropped two dummies that were present in the back seat of my truck. I eyed Alex and it seems that she had gotten out and was standing out with no trace of nervousness on her face. She's relaxed. What is the deal with her? I am beginning to think she knows of my plans already. This girl is real creepy. I don't even know why I am bearing with her? Yes! Because I want answers.

I pressed a button on my phone to make the car burn. Apparently the jump wasn't high enough to cause an explosion and now I have to use artificial means. I rushed at the girl and grabbed her by her shoulder. She's put off the chains again. This girl's turning out to be a real stress god knows.

I dragged her to a nearby passage which lead to the other side of the highway. I guided her unto the leaves covered gate and pushed her in. She ducked low and started though it. It seems pretty clean as it had been used a thousand times before by us. Escape the explosion. Fake your death and hold her captive and ask her what you want to. I thought revising the goals of the day in my mind.

I had done many arrangements to do this and I hope it works.

I stepped on the finely furnished white floor. The scent of finial reeked off of it. Home sweet home. I had bought this baby a long time ago but did not get to do it, the same goes with my car. My beautiful car which was bought off a fake name. It sucks that this place has the danger of getting bloodied the first day I step in here.

Alex studied the place and looked at me. To be honest I don't know where to go either. I didn't get the chance to put furniture in here. It took me a while to tell where to take her. At last I decided to go to a room where I had put chairs and I made sure see if there were any lamps. I don't want them there in any case. The last thing I want is a concussion.

I directed her to sit on a chair across the room and I myself sat on the facing chair. I put a grin on my face. No with the formalities. How do I convince her that I am a good one here, only this time though.

"I-..." I started but trailed off as she got up and walked up to me. Not good. I got up as a reflex and she backed off and raised her hands. "I mean no harm." She spoke as if it was not being told by her posture. "What?" I asked her as to why did she get up. I have no authority over her now or anyone. I sighed and looked at my feet. My hands were trembling constantly pleading to reach my belt and grab a gun.

"I can give you your answers." She told me and I looked at her confused. She could have asked if I wanted them in the first place. This tends to be a really confusing thing. Now I am convinced she has some part to play in me.

"My name is Jacqueline." She said and I stared at her. That's me. 

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