The Storm

If Hell was a car ride...

"Red?....Blue?.....Pink?...." Brian was naming off colors, trying to get an answer out of Ayla. He had been trying to get her to talk since they left the house. It was to no avail. Ayla hadn't made a peep. "....I know! Its green...Right?"

Tim shot him a glare. "Just give up. Fuck! It's been an hour. She doesn't want to talk to you."

"You don't know that... For all you know Jack told her not to talk to us." Brian stated very matter o'factly.

Ayla seen Tim's eyes on her through the mirror. "Is that true? Are you not allowed to talk to us?"

Ayla gave him an uneasy nod, unsure if she just broke Jack's rule. Brian smiled like he had just won Jeopardy. "I told you. Jack is insanely possessive. Its not surprising." He scoffed giving Ayla a slight smile. She turned her attention back to her window. "You know you can talk to us... we wont tell Jack." He whispered in a sing-song like voice. Ayla shook her head in the negative without looking at him.

Brian huffed as he turned his attention to his own window. Tim watched him with an incredulous look on his face. "Why do you even care?" He asked slightly annoyed.

"Shes going to be with us for the night and most of tomorrow. It doesn't bother you at all that she wont talk to us?" He spat.

"No... that only makes it easier for us. Frankly there's nothing I want to hear from her." Tim said looking at Brian every now and then. Ayla narrowed her eyes. The feeling was definitely mutual. Brian shook his head and kept his gaze away from the people occupying the car with him. Every now and then he would let out an exasperated sigh. He was acting like a child who didn't get his way. After about the tenth sigh, Tim grew very annoyed. "Stop it. Seriously. Enough." Tim threw a phone at Brian causing him to flinch.

"What's this for?" He asked as he held it up.

"Call Jack. Tell him you want speaking permission." Tim answered his annoyance clear in his tone. Brian stared down at the phone for a moment.

"I don't want to." He finally stated. Tim's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.

"Brian...I swear to GOD...Call Jack and get the bitch to talk, or shut the fuck up. We are almost there. Call now or never." Tim seethed through clenched teeth.

Brian looked back at the woman and then to the phone. He dialed the numbers and hesitantly held the phone to his ear. It wasn't long before Jack answered.

"What's wrong?" He said stiffly through the phone.

"N-nothing... It's just that...She isn't talking to us. She hasn't said a word. I was wondering if we could get permission for her to speak to us?" Brian timidly spoke into the phone.

Ayla could hear Jack laugh through the phone. "So she stuck to the rules?" more laughing. "Let me talk to her."

Brian handed the phone back to Ayla. She held it up to her ear. "Ayla?"

"Yes sir?" She whispered.

"You are a very good girl." He purred across the line causing butterflies to swarm in her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red as she hesitantly looked up to see Brian staring at her. "Thank you for remembering my rules, that being said, you may talk to Masky and Hoodie...ONLY Maksy and Hoodie....Do you understand?"

"Y-yes sir." She mumbled into the phone.

"Good." Was his reply before the line went dead. Ayla handed the phone back to Brian who was still watching her.

"Y-your cheeks..." He said mono toned. Ayla brought a hand up to her cheek and felt the heat radiating off of it. She quickly turned her head way from him. "You really like him....don't you? Like not because you have to...But you actually do?" He asked. Ayla remained quiet. Thankfully the car stopped before Brian could press the matter further. Tim looked back at the woman.

"We are going to get an outfit for Riley. Some personal things for her and then we are going to a hotel. You know your rules. You try to run or tell anybody, we will kill you ourselves. Understood?" He asked gruffly.

Ayla nodded. "I understand." She mumbled quietly.