\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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My side aches with such misery, it's almost unbearable. I lean my head to the side of the car, resting my right arm on the slim ledge of the passenger car door. The scenery from outside passes by in a whiz. Buildings and the wilting trees of Brooklyn mold together into one color as Alakade presses the gas pedal, going at an accelerated speed down the road. I hold on to the Handel above my head, clinging on for dear life as he seems to go even faster, the engine revving in the frigid air. 7 "Alakade, slow down!" I exclaim, and just as the last word flies from my mouth, he slams on the brakes, the front tires screeching, then sliding as they hit the ice. My body goes flying forward, my head being jostled. strands of my hair fall over my shoulders in clumps, shielding my face from the dashboard of the car, though the seatbelt stops me from slamming into it.
My breaths come out heavy, as I slowly recover from the sudden stop, I brush my hair from my lashes, my eyebrows knitted as my eyes furiously connect with Alakade's sharp jawline.
I curse loudly, "what was that!" I shout to him, though a smile of amusement takes over his lips, a low chuckle erupting from his throat, and in no way do I find this somewhat, remotely funny.
"You said to slow down," he admits, and I suddenly regret ever telling him to.
"You could've killed me!" I yell, over dramatically. I bring my hand to slap his arm, though when I do, he doesn't even move the slightest, as if my hardest slap didn't bother one bit, I find more fury within this thought for some reason. "You're such an idiot Alakade! Do you even have a brain?!" I pathetically spat, trying hard to hold back my rage. ever since I've changed - in a way you all know - it seems that I've been unable to control my anger, and in some cases fear.
To my outburst, Alakade starts cracking up, his body flying forward as he uncontrollably laughs, I can only give him a glare, though I want to laugh too, but I can't, I'd be betraying my emotions, my emotions that are always telling me to hate him.
"Oh come on, Faith, don't you ever laugh?" He turns to me, the Honda CR-V still at a halt, his eyes avert to me, and I look away, gazing out of the car window that has frost in the corners, spreading slowly. I watch in the side mirrors as smoke rises from the exhausts at the back of the vehicle from the cold climate.
I dodge his question, instead of watching the dark night and the clouds ride past the crease the moon. From behind me, I sense him rolling his eyes in my direction, then easing on the gas pedal. We stay like this for what seems like an hour, though in reality, it's only five minutes.
My eyes scrutinize the lights illuminating the streets and snow covered sidewalks. Different buildings and grass areas spark a recognition in my mind, but the feeling is short-lived when Alakade takes a turn I've never taken before, down a darker road with minimal street lamps lighting the way.
"What are you doing? My house is over there!" I state, automatically assuming that that was where he was going to take me, the key word being was.
"We're not going to your house," he bluntly conveys, his eyes never trailing off the road.
"What do you mean?! Where are we going?! I don't know about you, but my dad's got rules for when I'm home and if I'm not there, he's gonna have my-"
"Is your dad ever home when you're there?" He asks, slicing through my words like a knife through a thick, juicy watermelon.
"No..."
"Well, there you go, give him a taste of his own medicine," he bitterly replies.
"I can't do that to him! He's my dad! Besides, he's only working late, he's doing it so we can afford to live where we do and have what we have!"
He pulls the car over rapidly, and a pain from my side rubbing against the seatbelt erupts, though there is a bandage on it, I can still feel it. "Are you really that gullible?" He rudely states, turning his head and body to face me, and I find myself doing the same.
"He's not working late, he's only telling you that so he'd have an excuse to come home late, do you seriously believe that?!"
"How do you know what he does?!"
"I know because I see him, roaming the streets, drunk to the point he can barely stand up. He goes to the bar every night, Vivian, I watch him. He goes to the same one I do, gets wasted, then stumbles home back to you, and he says that he works late?! Do you really believe him?!"
I'm at a loss for words, my mouth open, the words on the tip of my tongue.
"I'm not lying to you, Vivian. I'm telling you this because I care," concern is laced with his tone, but I'm reluctant to believe him.
"Just drive," I mutter, turning back and curling my legs to my chest, for warmth that is seemingly absent on the inside of the vehicle.
"Vivian-"
"I said drive!" And with that, he takes the car out of park, pressing on the petal once more, the vehicle lurching forward. It suddenly feels that there's an absence of something, perhaps the absence of the truth that my father has been shunning for so long, for seven years. I feel ashamed, for he has been getting away with his lie, while I've been alone, believing it the whole time.
The whole time...
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Where do you think Alakade is driving to? Any predictions?🤔🤔🤔
