Lover in the Backseat

Going Somewhere?

My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be special, a day when I become legally able to purchase smokes, get a credit card, and move out of my parents house. Did I do these things? Unfortunately no, I was too busy witnessing a murder the night before and at the moment I'm stuck in the trunk of my car. Where he's taking me and why I'm still alive I have no idea!

Tears ran down my face, causing makeup to run into my eyes, making them burn and tear up more.

I had been walking back home from a friends party, yeah I know that was dangerous and believe me I now wished I had thought to ask a friend to walk me home. I came to an empty parking lot and decided to cut through, obviously the worst decision of my life in its entirety. Everything started happening very fast after that, first I picked up my pace since the parking lot creeped me out and that's when I saw them. The tall man pointing a gun at his kneeling victim, a skinny boy who looked about 15. My first thought was just kind of about how weird this situation was, I mean why would a guy want to kill a kid? My next thought was just complete panic because what happened next was...well the obvious; a nice little pop, the kid fell down, and I must have accidentally let out a little scream. I know! One stupid move after another, but hey I was witnessing a murder! And now my life is over, he definitely heard me and when his head whipped towards my direction I sprung into action by turning around and trying to run in my three inch heels. Which of course, didn't work. He caught up and grabbed my arm, turned me around and just stared at me. Which, believe it or not, freaked me out more than him killing someone. Everything went black shortly after that and now I've been awake in the trunk for about 4 hours. And it's my eighteenth birthday, which just adds to the fun I'm having in here.

I pull my heels off incase he ever stops and lets me out to use the restroom, which I hope will be soon since I don't think I can hold it much longer. It seems that he can read my mind since shortly after I had that thought I felt the car begin to slow down, make a few turns and finally come to a stop. The drivers door opened and shut he walks back to the trunk and yells at me,

"Are you going to scream if I open the trunk?"

Hmm, let me think about that. Will I scream if given the chance to be rescued? Oh, of course not! I love murders and kidnappers!

"Ugh...as long as you promise that I can use the bathroom soon, then no I won't scream," Well, I certainly hope he would believe that lie.

"Why you little sneaky liar...Haha! Unfortunately for you, we're in the middle of no where so there's really no need for me to worry about you screaming." He says this as he opens the trunk and holds his hand out for me to grab. The sunlight blinds me for a moment as I reach my hand towards his and quickly realize what I'm doing and yank my hand back. There is no freaking way that I'm going to let this murderer help me out of my trunk that he stuffed me in.

"Haha, okay then. I guess it would seem a little weird that I'm being nice to you despite the fact that I will have to kill you eventually." He draws back his hand and I make a clumsy leap out of the car, when it finally dawns on me...he said he's going to kill me. One would think that I would already have come to terms with this but when he actually said the words my heart still sank down into my stomach. Did I really have any hope that I would escape or be rescued? I'm such an idiot! The tears start coming again even though I had already spent the majority of my time in the trunk crying.

"Hey, hey don't cry, okay? Please?"

"Why? Why can't I cry? Don't I have the slightest right to cry after being told I'm going to be killed?" My voice comes out squeaky and high pitched as I stand up and shove my hands against his chest pushing him a couple steps backwards.

"Okay settle down, I won't kill you for a while yet. And if you behave maybe I won't kill you," he smiles as if he thinks I would believe those lies.

"Yeah right! You wouldn't kill me despite the fact that I saw you murder some kid and I've gotten a perfect view of your face? Do you think I'm stupid? Where's the bathroom?" I most definitely can't hold it much longer and if I don't use the restroom soon I am going to end up with a very wet dress.

"Oh, well you see, since we're in the middle of nowhere I guess you're just going to have to go behind a tree or a bush or...something." He points off into the forest and it's just now that I begin to notice our surroundings.

We're in the forest and the pine trees are tall and thick with green shrubbery surrounding them, the air is cool and dry which isn't a surprise with it being September 23th. I'm kind of pissed I'll have to...well....piss behind a tree but there's not much time for argument so I hurry to the nearest tree yelling out a don't peek as I pull up my dress and do my business.

Finally as I finish and come around the tree--relieved that I didn't have to piss myself--I look around once more and seeing that he isn't in sight, this could be my chance. I begin running back in the direction we had come from, my legs pumping and I know I won't last long being dehydrated after drinking last night. I hear someone running behind me and automatically pick up my pace completely sprinting now although my efforts seem to be in vain since once again my captor catches me and turns me around bringing me to an abrupt stop.

"Going somewhere? Ha, I don't think so."

My legs collapse from under me and I'm leaning heavily on him, his chest rising and falling heavily, his muscular arms wrapped around my waist. OHHHHH did I just think that? God what is with my stupid hormonal mind? This guy, as hot as he is, is a murderer and there is no reason for me to start falling for him.

"Let go of me!" I shove him back, stumbling as I find my legs again. I look at his face studying him for a moment before walking away back towards the car. It's hopeless trying to fight him he's much bigger than I am and obviously a fast runner. He is also very, very good looking with dark brown hair and green eyes, clear skin and about 6'2''. His hair is long and hangs in his eyes making him only that much more sexy. His arms are thickly muscled, but not disgustingly ripped, and his clothes are dark but I'm guessing that's because he was committing a murder last night.

"You know I don't know your name and I've been driving with you in the trunk for almost 8 hours," He says as he jogs to catch up to me.

"And what exactly even gives you the right to know my name?"

"Well, I just thought we could get to know each other better. It will help me decide if I want you to die or not."

"Ugh! You are getting very annoying."

"Is it my charming good looks? Or perhaps my nice taut buttocks?"

"Oh fuck you! My name is Stasha Viokla, happy?"

"Yes, now I can stop guessing your name in my head."

I walk up to the car and open the passenger door.

"Uh, do you think I'm an idiot? You are going back into the trunk little lady."

"Please no! I'm all sore and it's really cramped and hot back there. I promise I won't do anything."

"Oh, like you promised not to do anything before I let you out of the trunk?"

"You asked me to promise not to scream and did I scream? No, I didn't so, I kept my promise and I would really like to sit in the car, okay?"

" Ugh fine."

"Sooo...what's your name?" I ask as I sit in the passenger seat and he gets in beside me, bending his tall frame behind the wheel.

"Zafe."

"Okay 'Zafe', do you have a last name?"

"Not one that you need to know." His voice is low and husky making me shiver inside, thank God I didn't actually shiver. That would have...ugh what kind of person am I? Having lusty feeling for some obviously psychotic killer? I sit back and try to...no it's pretty much impossible to enjoy the ride.

The roads are deserted and we see no one which I think starts to make Zafe more comfortable. I turn my head towards Zafe to find him staring at me, but as soon as our gaze catches he turns his eyes back towards the road.