Smirks & Glares [On Hold]

#17, Stockholm Syndrome

Why is the bed so bumpy? Is the bed moving? What is wrong with this huge frame of wood and bundle of cotton? My head bumps with a sudden jerk which makes me open my eyes. I squint because of the light and everything appears hazy and milky. I realise that I am lying down on the backseat of a car and not my bed. 

The situation takes a while to process and when it does I jump up and sit terrified. I pop my head between the two front seats and see Asher was driving and Matt was happily sitting on the passenger's seat. 

"YOU KIDNAPPER!" I scream in Asher's ear but he doesn't even bat an eye. 

"Oh Cara! Good evening!" Matt greets cheerfully. 

"Matt! What is wrong with you? How can you be so cheerful? Did he drug you?!" I scream the last line out and hear Asher chuckle. 

"Sh Carcar! He didn't do anything! And now I remember who he is! He is the 'food is my bae' guy! He told me everything since I kept on insisting I have seen him somewhere. Plus did you not notice? This is an Audi R8!" Matt says. 

"What? Forgive me for being drugged and unconscious." I glare at him. Matt presses his finger against my forehead to push me back on the seat and throws two snickers bars at me. 

"Where are you taking us?" I ask Asher in a serious tone. He glances at me through the rear view mirror, " you'll see soon. I won't kill you so don't worry." He speaks casually.

I recede back in my seat and grab my hair, the pounding headache was only increasing with each minute. I bang a fist lightly against my forehead. "Matt, can you pass Cara that water bottle?" Asher asks him.

Matt throws the bottle in my lap. "What did you spray in my face you jerk." I ask groggily. 

"Why do you think I will tell you that?" Asher replies. 

"Oh, so do you casually carry such things with you?" I say, picking up the cold water bottle and examining it. "Do you have something mixed in this too?" 

I hear him sigh, "no, its just water." He says in a calm tone.

"You want me to believe you again? I can clearly see the bottle is white!" I see him shake his head and Matt turns round to look at me. "That is appearing white due to the phenomenon called condensation. The water is cold, the outside temperature  is in contrast hence, the condensed water on the clear surface appears white. You are so dumb Cara." Matt speaks and turns back around. I open and close my mouth like a fish. 

"Just drink it." Asher says and I oblige. I take a sip and feel way better. After a few more sips my headache was nearly gone. 

"Wow, so is this magic water?" I ask looking out the window.

"What even are you?" I catch Asher mumble and a faint smile forms on my lips. 

I notice we were on the highway. The sun was already set and streaks of blue, purple and orange adorned the horizon beyond the green fields. 

"Hey can I turn the radio on?" Matt asks Asher and he nods in return. Matt goes on changing the channels and I turn my attention back to the outside world. 

"How long-"

'-Has this been going on.

You've been creeping 'round on me,

While you calling me baby-"

"Can you turn the volume down a bit?" I ask with a sarcastic smile. Matt shrugs and reduces the volume of the radio. Asher smiles shaking his head, "not here too." 

"Here too?" Matt asks him, now sipping on some canned juice. 

"Uh, nothing. Don't worry." Asher says.