A Lovers Ghost

Passenger Arguments

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With a light grunt and the sound of clothes being patted down, he took one last look at the Mediterranean before clenching his jaw and driving himself upwards to stand.
He ended the cancer stick against the wooden plank he was leaning on and took pursuit for his vehicle.

The drivers side door binged several times and the safety light flashed on. The seatbelt fastened and rear view corrected he started up the car.
Keeping his eye on the rearview as he backed out, a voice made itself clear: "Relax... it's only me-" He lets out a deep sigh.
"My love, come home? When are you coming home?"
"Fuck off." He warned.
"The bed's always cold an'- well sometimes it's cold."  The female voice distorted and grasped a taunting sense of humour at the end.

The car screeched to a break, looking back he didn't see anyone but knew it was in his head. Sometimes he just liked to look incase there was actually someone there, middle of the night, someone breaks into your car and waits, then finds out you're fucking crazy and you talk to yourself. Not the best way to start if you're getting kidnapped.
He sighed, relaxing his figure and re-gripping the steering wheel.

"You know why my bed's sometimes warm when you're not home?"
Then he growled out
"Shut the fuck up."
The voice once again spoke up.
"I don't love him more than I love you... it's just that... you're too nice and-."

The car swerved off road and onto the rough grass as he screamed, catching himself with a touch of reality, he drove back across the lane and onto the right path. Pulling over and panting out of the window he gasped for air.

"Just stop it. I've had it up to my neck with your bullshit! You tell me you cheated then you tell me you didn't-"
Getting out of the vehicle and moving quickly to the rear, he opened the trunk of the 4x4.
"-then you tell me you love me then you tell me i'm worthless!"
Gripping a hold of the racked shotgun and removing it from the shelf rack, he slams the trunk with a hand containing ammo.
"-I can't take your shit, i'm not even the one who's fucking dead! How are you getting inside my head?" He screamed at the silence.

The sound of the shotgun being pumped after rounds were put inside echo at the mountainside.
"You complete utter bitch, you make my skin crawl!"
The barrel rested under his chin, the heat from it was easily bearable, being it was used only half hour ago.
Sweat dripped down past his chin and soaked the whole chest and neck area of his top. Swinging his jacket off and throwing it atop of the vehicles bonnet.