Chapter three (don't want to be annoying with these notes, but please vote/comment to let me know if you like it! thank you for reading/commenting so far :-))
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We’d already been driving for about an hour. I had no idea where he was taking me and he’d kept quiet, even though I’d constantly asked questions. I’d given up by now and rested my head against the window. I could feel him glance at me every so often but I refused to look at him. When I did eventually look over, his jaw was clenched and his hands were gripped firmly on the steering wheel. His eyes stayed unflinching and focused on the road ahead.
“Jackson, where are you taking me?” He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, a quirk that had become extremely common in the past hour.
“Jesus. What is this, 20 questions? It’s too late to do anything that I need you to do so we’re going to stop for the night.” He turned to me briefly, signally that it was all he was going to say.
“Stop where?”
“Leese.”
“You can’t take me hostage and not expect me to ask questions, Jackson.” I was becoming annoyed by now. How did he expect me just to go along with whatever he was planning? The last time he had a plan, it was for me to help kill a family.
“I think saying that I’m taking you hostage is a bit of an exaggeration.”
“You have rope tied around my hands!”
“You haven’t stabbed a pen in my neck yet so clearly you’re not that bothered.” There was a silence. I knew that he expected me to shoot back something witty but I didn’t.
“Jackson, please don’t hurt me like last time.” My voice was so quiet I didn’t know if he heard me. I knew he did though because his expression changed. Was it, regret? No, not possible. He was a monster. A cold, manipulative monster. I was greeted with silence this time as he pulled up somewhere and parked.
“I’m not going to hurt you if you don’t do anything stupid like last time, okay?” He slowly undid the rope, giving me a warning look. He opened the door and jogged round to my side. Instead of dragging me out of the car like I expected, he held out his hand and waited for me to take it. I did and we walked to the front of the hotel hand in hand, as if we were a loving couple. It was almost laughable how wrong that was.
Jackson had paid for the room in advance so he signed some papers and was given the key. We reached the door and he pushed it open, revealing a fairly nice hotel room. I had expected some seedy motel type scene but it wasn’t bad. The only problem I had was the bed. I was going to have to sleep in a bed with him? I would have laughed if it wasn’t so awful.
“I’m not sleeping in a bed with you.”
“Leese, you don’t have much choice unless you wanna sleep in that chair.” He pointed towards a dusty wooden chair in the corner of the room. I grimaced at him.
“Pass.”
