Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
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"So -" He paused, realizing he never caught my name.
"Sarah, Sarah Jean," I said with a smile, not realizing how easy it had become to lie on the spot.
He reached towards the console and handed me the charge, turning down the eight-track so he could hear me, and I repeated myself and watched as my name played on his lips with a smile.
"So Sarah," he said as he slowed his speed a little. "You from around here?"
I shook my head as I continued to scroll through the text messages that kept coming in. I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes. The man hated texting. He always had difficulty determining tone and always thought my one-worded replies were rude or sarcastic, which always turned into a battle.
Call me
ANDI!
If your alive, you better have a good excuse for leaving likethis
Meetmeatthe Four Leaf Motel in Bullhill
I think I found him
Apart from me wanted to be there. I really wanted to get the bastard, but I knew anything John had planned would not end well for either of us. He was far too focused on revenge that he wouldn't think twice about leaving me for dead, which he had already done once and managed to talk his out of. I wasn't stupid enough to fall for his words again, though, and if I ever did go back, it would be on my terms.
"Everything okay?" Bonham asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head as I turned the phone off in a huff and dropped it into the backpack at my feet.
"Sorry, it's nothing," I said, trying not to look so uncomfortable under his stare.
Typically guys were not of much importance, but the way he looked at me as if he was actually that concerned for a stranger made the guilt swell as every word spoke to him, brought him even closer to his death, and I didn't need any more blood on my well-stained hands.
He sucked in a breath, and an awkward tension ran through the car that he couldn't help but break. "So, are you from around here?"
Why couldn't we talk about his lousy-ass cassette collection I had moved from the passenger seat or mint condition of his car. Small talk was never my forte, especially when nothing that came out of my mouth was ever confirmed.
This was awful.
"Um, no, actually. Just passing through. What about you?" I asked him. "What's a kid from Kansas doing all the way out here?"
