anelia
i watch as he stumbles out of the front doors, his hand rested against his hip. he grimaces with each step and i can only assume he's drunk. he stammers to the car and opens it with his right hand, heavily plopping into the seat.
"drive," he scratches out, slamming the door and letting out a breath, his eyes screwed shut. i put the car in gear and pull out if the lot, heading back on the main road.
it's silence for a matter of minutes until i hear a loud grunt. i glance at him briefly and i almost swerve off the road from what i see. blood is oozing through his fingers and down his side, absorbing into his clothes.
"ethan, what the fuck?!" i ask, trying my best to keep my eyes on the road, flickering my eyes back and forth between the street and him.
"just drive, lia," he grumbles, rolling down the window and throwing a bloodies piece of glass out of it. i gasp. this kid really just ripped a shard of glass from out of his body.
"i'm taking you to a hospital," i ask, almost like a question. he shakes his head, "i'm fine, it's no big deal. just take me home."
this boy must really be crazy thinking that after getting a cut at least two inches deep and bleeding all over my car seat that he's okay.
we silently ride down the road, the only sound being the humming of the engine and the scratch of the tires flying down the concrete. the bright sun shone through the windows, the day still being early.
i'm thinking intently, wanting answers for the many questions i have, and i know he knows it.
"are you... are you going to explain now or are we just gonna pretend that didn't happen," i spit angrily, my nostrils flaring slightly as i spoke, not knowing why i'm feeling so angered.
he sighs, reaching into his jacket pocket. he pulls out money, as he always does, spreading it through his bloodied fingers, plucking out a few and folding the rest up, sliding it back into his jumper.
"i said i'd pay you if you came, you did. so, let's pretend 'that didn't just happen,' i don't need to explain myself to you," he mumbles, tossing the bills onto my thigh. he's so fucking arrogant. i scoff, using my free hand to throw the money straight back into his face, careful not to throw us off the road, moreso myself.
"i don't want your fucking money, just tell me what happened. i left school for this, you owe me that," i demand, trying to keep my sanity.
"I paid you, i don't 'owe' you shit. looks like you're getting neither," he grumbles, snatching the bills back harshly. that's it. i quickly swerve the car onto the side of the road, stopping in a patch of grass as cars flew by us. "all you've done today is waste my time and patience. so, explain what the fuck just happened," i speak calmly, "or get out of my car."
he groans, laughing slightly, and as to why he finds this amusing is beyond me. "you're crazy, lady," he spoke, staring at me intently with his dark eyes, "you know that?" he pulls a small blunt from his pocket, lighting the tip and sucking the smoke into his lungs. i quickly roll down the windows, the smell causing my stomach to lurch.
how the hell is he being so casual right, he's literally profusely bleeding. but i don't care.
"get out," i state simply, giving him a stern look. his expression morphs into one of fake shock. "you can't be serious," he chuckles, staying put in his place. after a few minutes of absolute silence, he realizes i'm genuine about what I said.
