"Why on earth does alcohol cause me this much pain! It's supposed to make you forget pain, not cause it!" I groaned out.
We were currently still parked at the place where the fight happened. Chloe was asleep and Bert was busy patching me up. I was next on driving duty to get to a safe house where we would be spending the night. I finished patching Bert up first while Hunter and Emily slept. I heard shuffling from the back, presumably from Anna and Mark.
"Oh shut it buttwipes! You're stuck because of your idiocy, be glad we didn't do worse!" Bert angrily shouted at the two.
They still didn't stop moving and groaning, so we both went to 'check' on them. "Would it kill you to, I don't know, shut up?" Bert glared at the two and they glared right back at him. They just failed at speaking through the tape and paid no mind to us. He groaned in annoyance and ripped the tape off of Mark's mouth. "Spit it out," He harshly said.
"Let. Us. Go," Mark growled out. "No can do, we need you to answer some questions for us. Don't try screaming, because trust me, no one will give a shit if you do," I told him. "What makes you think we'll answer your questions?" Mark spat out. "We know you'll answer our questions. You know how harsh my brother is. Don't expect any less from me," Mark's face drained colour at what I said and him and Anna immediately stopped shuffling. "Good," Bert left at that and went back ahead.
"You're just as bad as your twin," that was the last thing Mark said before I knocked him out and put a piece of tape over his pie hole again.
"What happened? I heard a thud and a groan. You fine?" Bert asked me. "Yeah. He just said some shit he shouldn't have," I responded with a stoic face and emotionless eyes. "Like?" He pushed. "Don't wanna talk about it," I said and he raised his hands in defeat.
"C'mere, still gotta check you for any other wounds," He said and I just groaned but complied. He made a gesture to silently ask me if I could remove my shirt. I shook my head 'no' at him and he asked, "Should I?" I gave him a weak thumbs up and he pulled my shirt up just enough to see the large bruise on my stomach. I honestly wasn't sure if there were multiple small bruises or one large one. "Shit that's a big bruise, am I allowed to stab Anna for that?" He joked, or so I thought until I looked at him and saw he was dead serious. I just grinned and said, "I go first," and he grinned back. "I'm holding you to that," He said and went back to check me for other bruises.
"I don't have anything cold or hot to treat that for now, so we'll fix that once we get to the safe house. That fine?" He asked. "Yeah, that works," I answered and went to start driving.
Twenty minutes later I heard light snores. I looked back to see that the baby elephant like sounds were coming from Bert. I just chuckled to myself and grinned while continuing to drive. I don't know why but even as a child, I always loved to see different cars passing by; trying to figure out how each one's owner was behaved, how each car got that one scratch or dent. What I didn't like, however, was noisy reckless drivers listening to music on full blast.
For some reason the one time I got stuck in a red light with the countdown for it to go green starting at five minutes, the car next to mine had to be a black convertible with two kids blasting some godforsaken song. I looked over at them, hoping my glare could burn them and out of boredom, began to analyse those dimwits.
They were two girls, one with black hair cut into a shaggy bob and the other with blonde wavy hair that fell into her face. The one with black hair wore red tinted sunglasses, red lipstick and had moles all over her face. I would have considered them freckles but they weren't light enough.
She was clearly in charge of the blonde, she kept changing the song in the middle without consulting the blonde which would seem normal on its own, but every time I could see blondie thinking on intervening but backing out. The girl in charge pushed her sunglasses up to keep her hair back and pulled out a cigarette. The other one, who seemed shy or scared clearly didn't like it but chose to say nothing, even though she was the one driving the car.
It did seem obvious, and I mentally kicked myself for not noticing sooner. The car belonged to Smoky McCigarette over there. That's why the other one shut up. Smoky was wearing a ring on her right middle finger and by looking at her clothes and gold necklace, that ring probably was studded with real diamond. It's not like the girl driving was dressed badly, she definitely looked better than me but she didn't look convertible car rich.
When she sped up and drove off was when I noticed that the red light turned green, and I sped up too.
"We there yet?" Hunter asked. "Yes, that's exactly why I'm driving," I responded sarcastically. "When did you wake up anyway?" I asked. "Like twenty seconds ago. Did you and Bert kiss yet?" He asked out of nowhere. "For the last time, no we did not. Why do you keep insisting on something happening between us?" "Because you'd be cute together! Besides, we're in desperate need of a mother figure. Chloe doesn't count at all because her way of dealing with things is to drink wine and take naps. You seem better at adulting than these two dumb dumbs," He pointed to Bert, who was curled up in a ball while sleeping and Chloe, who was sleeping with her face in a puddle of her drool.
"I still could be your mom figure, which is a terrible idea by the way. I don't have to date Bert to hang out with you," I pointed out.
"Did she agree?" Em's groggy voice chimed. "Agree to what?" I raised my eyebrow at the two. "Oh just-" Hunter's hand quickly came to cover Em's mouth, her eye widening in disgust. "Nothing," He feigned innocence. "Oh ew ew ew ew," Hunter quickly crumbled to wipe his hands on his t-shirt as Emily grinned. "What?" "Why on earth did you like my hand you sicko?" Hunter asked and Em responded with her usual shrug.
"Get up dimwits, we reached!" I exhaled and stared at the run down motel in my right. I heard shouting and then saw mice scrambling out the broken window. I hoped we wouldn't have to stay long here.
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Nyx Anora
Teen Fiction"What are we doing? Really. What-what is this?" "I'm sorry, I don't know," "Exactly. We don't know. I don't know you, you don't know me. What is this then?" "...I-" "You don't know."
