What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Sixty || No Reason to be Scared

Vena's POV

I think it's pretty clear that I'm known for worrying. For some reason, it seems to be constantly twisted into my thoughts in one way or another. Before Autumn and Kamer, worrying wasn't ever in my daily schedule. Now? Well, that's an entirely different story. In fact, the plot of my story as completely evolved into something so complicated. It's morphed into something that I never expected would happen to me. Never in my life would I have guessed something like this would happen to me. I thought these sorts of things only happened in books and mysterious Russian films. Clearly, I was incredibly mistaken.

Kamer drives down the bumpy gravel road and the car moves with it in such a violent way. I can't imagine this being good for the car's exterior. It certainly wouldn't be cheap to get repainted due to rocks kicking up against it. Although, I'm sure that Autumn isn't worried about money with her illegal empire and all.

Since our brief spat, Kamer hasn't spoke to me. I'm thankful for it. Having to deal with the constant annoyance of him is draining. Though, I'm sure that Kamer is a cakewalk compared to what I'm about to deal with James. God, I'm not looking forward to that. As Autumn's freaking warehouse type buildings come into view, my stomach does backflips.

Oh, fuck, no. I change my mind. I don't want to do this. What was I thinking?! This was a terrible idea. How could I not take my last experience here into consideration? As I vividly recall, I was stuck in some jail like titanium cell all night. That sure was a lot of fun and I would totally love to experience that again. Yeah, it's even on my 'To Do' list for today and everything.

No, fuck no.

Not even the help of inviting sarcasm can get me out of this one. In fact, nothing can get me out of this mess. I should have never agreed to coming here. This must be my worst idea yet, even more than drinking last night. Because let me tell you something: admitting to infidelity has a better outcome than dying, which I might if I go to this place. Although, infidelity has resulted in murder before, but I really doubt that that is going to happen in my situation.

"You're startling to freak me out with that whole hand thing going on," Kamer glances at me with only a slight amount of concern for me. If he had the tiniest bit more of distress for me, it actually might be possible to consider him a human being instead of some crazed drug smuggling criminal.

I look at him without a single of what exactly he's going off about. "What are you talking about?"

"Your hands. You're fucking pulling at the skin or something."

I shake my head. "I'm nervous." I admit to him. As much as I don't want to open up to person that I have such little care for, I know he'll pester me out it or make fun until I break.

He glances in my direction. Based off his face, I must have said something completely and wholly ridiculous. "James is going to be fine. Just tell him off for a good hour, he needs that."

I smile at his remark. I hadn't realized when I should have that James told Kamer everything about our disaster of a situation.

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"It's this place."

At that he pulls into a parking spot close to a huge building. "There's no reason to be scared," he tries to reassure me with a voice much softer than I'm normally used to with him. He puts the car into park and looks at me awaiting my response.

I shake my head. Not at him, not even at myself, but at that devastatingly massive building in front of me. I look at him, my face drawing a blank space of expression. "I hate liars. I just hate them, it makes me so insane. So, saying this; you and I both know that you are lying."