The Roadtrip

four

"Wake up!" A voice carried tearing me away from my sleep. "We gotta go," The same voice rang in my ears. Eyes too tired to open I decided to ignore it. Next thing I knew I was being carried by him. Engulfed in his strong arms he lifted me as if I had weighed nothing. Considering his towering height and muscular body it was not surprising.

"What? Why are we leaving in the middle of the night?" I asked. "I think that nosy bitch from earlier called the police," He said. This was my chance to escape. Flashlight started shining through the windows. "Fuck!" He screamed. He put me down as he tried to figure out another means of escape other than the front door. Grabbing his gun and the few items he had with him he starts heading for the bathroom. "Get in here!" He said. He was clearly frazzled. All over the place and scattered. I looked at him and then the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Police! Open then door!"

My feet began moving towards the door. Two steps is all I make before he gets to me. Anticipating my traitorous movements. "Help!" I screamed. Its cut off by his harsh yanking. Opening the bathroom window  he pulls out his gun with haste. Everything is moving extremely fast. "Climb through it," He says pointing it at me.

"We're coming in!"

I stood on the other side of the window watching him wiggle through it. Should I run? How far would I get before he shoots me?

A crashing sound indicated that the door had been broken down. "Get in the car!" He screamed with the weapon drawn. "Now!" He said. It moved like slow motion. The scene played out like some kind of Hollywood movie. By the time the cops were shining flash lights at the discovery of the open window we had already shut the doors of the car and pulled out of the parking space.

The adrenaline in my veins and over taken my system. Gone was the dreamless peaceful sleep. There was no way he could outrun the cops, they had to have been hot on our tail by now. But maybe not. I looked around at the road.

It was completely dark. Some open little highway with no light to illuminate itself. Pitch black and on either side there was nothing but dry desert. Where the fuck were we? Had the cops even known who he was? Probably not. Thats why there was no helicopter. They didn't know who he was. They just got called cause some lady thought I was in trouble.

I was breathing heavy. That stupid gun he kept waving in my face. It was causing me to panic.

"Stop!" I screamed.

He ignored me. To busy speeding as fast as he could down the highway. "Stop the car!" I screamed again. His foot did not let up off the pedal, we continued to accelerate. The car was traveling so fast down the road. We were lucky nobody else was around.

120

150

The numbers kept ticking up. "Please!" I begged. "Stop the car!" I screamed. This time I hit him.

"Stop the fucking car!" I said.

His foot hit the break and we went spiralling and skidding across the highway. The loud screeching was pounding my eardrums and I suddenly understood the importance of seatbelts. When we finally stopped silence engulfed the strange atmosphere. "F-Fuck, nobody's chasing us! You need to calm down!" I said. He didn't say anything. His hands were trembling. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he trying to kill himself? What the hell was that?

He quickly snapped out of it wiping his nose. Blood dripping down his forehead, fuck did he hit his head? He didn't seem to care. He backed up the car straightening it to face the right direction and started driving off again.

I couldn't help but to burst into tears. How long was I gonna have to deal with crazy shit?