That Bitch..

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He was driving his car listening to the White Stripes, tapping with his fingers on the steering wheel in the rhythm of the song. I had no idea if he is taking me back to hotel or to the dump. It was dark outside and i could not see anything familiar. I did not want to look at him, so i can not give him a reason to look at me, but I did. He looked kind of handsome from the profile. He looked at me and I turned my head back to the window.

"You scared?" He asked me, like he could not believe, that i would be afraid of him. "What do you think I could do to you?" I already taught about it. I pictured all scenarios of him raping, chocking or stabbing me.

"I'm not scared." I swallowed. He looked back at the road shaking his head. I noticed red string on his wrist, which was contrasting with the his darker skin. He looked exotic to me..like mixed. Do I want to ask? If he will know me better it will be harder for him to kill me just like that..

"Where are you from?" I said it faster than i taught. Actually the tone of my voice did not sound right. He gave me confused look.

"I'm from here, but i was born in Brazil."

"Like from here?"

"Yes. I live in Amsterdam now." He seemed to be annoyed by me.

"That's cool. You like it here?"

"It o.k."

"Do you like tulips?" - What the heck? He had to think the same thing, according to his face expression.

"They are o.k."

I crossed my arms on my breast to cover them up. "What do you like?"

I felt I have to keep the conversation flowing..more he  will know about  me, more likely he will feel guilty to do something to me. That was my theory.

"What do you mean?"

"Your favorite food?" I could swear, that I saw him to roll his eyes.

"Steak, rice, fish.."

"You know what I like?"

He laughed to himself. Is he laughing at me? "I'm sorry..Am I being funny?"

"No. Not at all. What do you like to eat?" He said with the fake accent. He was getting rude. I refused to answer, I guess it was the one think he was hoping for me to do. His cell phone ringed and he answered...he was talking french. We got off the freeway..Who was he talking to? To another men? Hopefully they will not kill me together.

"You know..I'm very good at the martial arts..black belt." I lied. I barely exercise ever.

"Which belt are you?"

"Black."

"That's great. Me too..I'm double black belt at the martial arts. I've been in military for few years so it helped me a lot." I bite me lower lip. This did not work. How long are we driving for?

I noticed the name of my hotel lighting in the night. I made it! He pulled over in front of the hotel.

"Thank you."

"Have a good night." I closed the door of his car and I was watching him to disappear in the turn of the street. I was waking to my room. Camille was not there. I was tired so I felt on the bed and felt asleep.