HIGHWAY

15

What the bloody hell?

An involuntary gasp escaped my mouth and then I raised my eyes to meet his which were burning like a fire. My hands were cupped around his hands trying my best to loosen his hold. I failed miserably.

Was he going to kill me now?

"Jon.. Jon.." I managed to say. While he just kept staring at me, the hold on his hand staying the same.

"Jon, you...will kill... me" I choked on my words and struggled to say those words.

On his part, he seemed least troubled with the fact and here I was thinking maybe whatever I felt he felt the same way too.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Getting his face closer to mine when it was only left an inch apart. My lips almost touched his.

But this time, I didn't feel like kissing him.....

Oh really Dee??...

...Yes,  I felt like banging my head against his to free myself. If only I was strong enough.

If only I was strong enough to have a solid grip on my stupid mouth, brain, and a few emotions which I'd accidentally developed after I left my home.

"Next time, my grip won't be lose"

How comforting.

And then he let go of my neck leaving me panting and coughing.

And wet...

My conscious needs to shut up, right now.

Without bothering to spare me a look he kept walking leaving me on my own to discover where ever he was planning to go.

Getting myself back together, I turned around to see where he was going.

My eyes grew wide.

With all of whatever was happening I didn't notice where we had stopped.

No not in some gang's den this time, at least, Not even in some sort of cheap stingy place, thankfully.

Although, we were near a motel only the unusual thing about this was - it wasn't really a hotel where he would stop. It looked classy. It looked neat and posh. Not a place where criminals could meet, exchange a few words of curse along with bottles of cheap beer. It was a place where a family like mine, or I rather say ex-family, would plan a family dinner to. As it was on a highway, it was meant to provide provisions for sleeping as well. Not only that, it seemed it would provide it only to those who would happen to step out of a Lamborghini or Audi.

Beside everything, what was I doing here?

When the picture became clearer, I realised the path between the hotel and our parking place was separated by bushes. Over that side, there were people whereas on this side only dust and me.

Of course, otherwise won't we be thrown out of the place seeing in what condition we were in?

Gathering my bag from something which looked like a car looked like a challenge I was heavier than what it was this morning. Without wasting my time to check, I started to move forward when a thought hit me about someone stealing our voyage. I froze and turned to check it.

That poor thing was badly damaged with letting out steam from the bonnet, scratches on the door and the back light broken but still in a condition to hit the road, surely not to hit the tracks of fast and furious though.

Turning back forwards I started to march towards the hotel running my eyes from here to there taking the place in and looking for that illegal infernal piece of shit, Jon.