Stepgirlfriend

Chapter 11: The Answer

"Jason!" Andrew screamed out his lungs, trembling down the stairs. Jason already saw he too was tied up in his thoughts. That's when he let Jason go on. "The keys are already in the ignition! Come on!"

And so, that was all Jason needed to know.

The Laurel shocks piston in fear of the adrenaline Jason and Andrew's body had entering the car. Jason flicked the ignition and levered the throttle quick enough to push them onto their seats.

Jason drove off, without a trace of where to be heading.

"She was sleeping on the couch last night!" Andrew said. "All that happened when you two shivered off was that she apologized for taking my money then I went upstairs and-"

"Dad! Dad. It's okay. You didn't mean anything like this." Jason was still squinting his eyes in the sunlight entering a busy street.

"I woke up from Nina's screaming. She snatched her?"

Jason stayed silent, letting Andrew talk to his air.

"Jason. You don't think-"

"Yes. I'm gonna get Nina back."

"How do you even know where they are?"

"They they are," Jason pointed his finger.

Motors of diesel, gas along with the groaning and clicking sound of engines in the blue morning was one way nobody would've wanted to wake up too. Jason remembered that same license plate on the Tucson. He could've imagined what was happening with Nina, as he watched the car in the distance.

Fear made him wonder if he made more proximity.

Confidence made him want to get Nina as soon as he can.

They then turned to a freeway, entering the highway. The Laurel drove left a passing bus, which Jason kept its speed, not to pass him and not to let him takeover, but to hide as they saw the Tucson driving on the fast lane.

"The moment Danielle sees us, the second she'll flare!" Jason said.

"Son, you don't have to do this."

"What do you mean I don't have to do this? Have you ever fought for anyone?! No! You fought with them. You give up to easy Dad. Nina's right, maybe you don't know anything about having somebody..."

That moment on, time flew in regret and hurt inside the vehicle. Jason wanted to scoop back his own words right into his mouth, as if vomiting out something, but eating it all back, just to make it look like it never happened.

Andrew took a deep breath.

"Go," he said, in a dull tone, looking down at his feet.

"Dad, I'm so sorry I-"

"Go get Nina. Before it's too late."

His regret flooded his body like venom.

Putting that aside. Jason held the steering wheel in firm grip of its leathery texture. He had enough of that morning.

The engine grew louder, passing the little bus and moving into the fast lane, without a signal to other drivers, popping a scrawling car horn against Jason.

Jason interrupted the car behind the Tucson taking its place. Dreadfully.

Not only Jason interrupted by the bus, but also invaded the space limit from the vehicle, approaching a bumper to bumper danger zone. Jason was willing for anything while Andrew stayed silent in fear.

Through the rear windshield, lightly tinted, Jason could see her hair, standing still in the backseat. She was fidgeting, trying to sit still. Jason could see she was apprehensive.