HIGHWAY

20

Oh, so, he is alive.

My fault to assume he died three hours ago.

Great great, now if you excuse me, I was in the middle of something.

Before I could try to break free he gave me a wide teasing grin freezing me in my spot, my eyebrows connect.

"I know, I made you wait a lot but let's spare the drama and ourselves." He winked.

Bloody son of a pig.

Without waiting for a response from me, he inched closer. My cheeks felt a rough texture against it radiating nothing but warmth through my entire body. Those hands have touched me before in many places but never have they ever touched me like this.

"I am sorry" He whispered pulling my face closer to his, looking straight into my eyes. Almost, I almost thought he meant it because there was nothing but care in those eyes. In that very moment I realize, this guy held too much inside him which was enough to make someone fall in love with him. He was a dangerous; he was a devil but a devil with a soul, a soul so warm that it could unfreeze the coldest hearts, but you could never trust a devil.

From my peripheral view, I noticed the people were no more looking at us. They resumed in whatever talks they were busy in, assuming it was just another couple, where her boyfriend made her wait too long to make her retaliate.

Everyone ignored us except for the couple sitting just behind me unaware of the alleged dead girl standing right in front of them in the arms of a drug dealer. I felt their eyes burning on the back of my head.

"We will make them pay," Jon whispered in a tone which seemed more like a warning than providing comfort, his hand kept running down my hair while the other one held onto my waist tightly pinning me close to him. "Everybody."

In that moment, that was all I wanted to hear.

XX

Just in case, you think he took me out for dinner or anything cute like that. Let me disappoint you, Jon's idea for 'taking you out' was very different.

He took me to a shooting range.

Or something similar to be precise.

It was all temporary setup, anyone could tell. In the place of dummies there were thick cardboards with neatly drawn concentric circles over them. On the other side of the room, there were coke cans, probably and sadly empty.

The moment he led me to a dark room, I accepted, whatever he said back there was nothing but a good acting, because this place gave me a vibe that he was going to kill me ASAP.

Until he turned the lights on and let me see that there lots and lots of guns kept on a table, every gun of a different kind. I have seen only a few guns in my life and they happen to be on TV screen.

Hah! Di, as if your life is less than a drama anymore.

Before I could jump to conclusion faster than a stunt performed by a gymnastic, he spoke "I am going to teach you how to shoot. So stop thinking I am here to kill you."

I blinked twice.

I was about to ask how did he know what I was thinking but I asked a better one. I snorted "Why do I need to learn how to shoot, you are here, right!?"

He turned to give me the most famous poker face of his "I might be here now, Diana, but you never know for how long I will be here with you." He walked towards me with one gun in his hand. "You need to know how to protect yourself."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest refusing to touch the gun in any possible way "I totally believe in protecting yourself theory but why use a gun for it?"