Project Living (girlxgirl)

Fourteen

   "Everything is already in the car, right?"

   "Yes, Wren," Savannah repeats.

   "Have we missed anything in any hotel room? We've cleaned every single one through and through, right?"

  "Right."

   I tug at the roots of my hair, thinking of what else could possibly go wrong. I look up at Savannah who in turn gives me a slight nod.

I sigh, "Okay.. I trust you."

  "I trust you, Wren," Savannah grabs my hand, her warmth melting away any panic that was left in me, "We should go."

  "We should?" I quickly ramble, my heart rate increasing once more.

  "I thought I was the one who needed constant reassurance and guidance," she chuckles, "If we want to do this it's now or never."

  I feel my expression harden before taking a deep breath, "Right."

//

   I watch the fields go by in a blur while also paying slight attention to the gravel below us. The bumps make my stomach churn.

  "Time?" I ask.

  Savannah sighs, "It's been exactly two minutes since the last time you asked. It's 5:58."

  I nod, "Right."

  I turn my head to glance at the back seat of the car, mentally checking off the necessary items for the tenth time.

  I avert my eyes to Savannah, deciding to occupy my mind with her instead of the mission at hand. I pay close attention to her movements. Her knuckles, bone white, from clutching the steering wheel. She bites her bottom lip as her eyes frantically move from the road to the rearview mirror.

  I gently place my hand on her thigh, careful not to startle her, "I'm sorry. My paranoia isn't helping."

  She glances at me, "It's fine. We can't be nervous. We have to be confident, alright? We can't do this if we don't grow a pair. It's us against him."

  I take a deep breath before exhaling, "Grow a pair... we aren't talking about balls, are we? Because if we are then I have a problem with that. Balls are so sensitive and weak.. how could growing a pair possibly help us?"

  "Goddamnit, Wren, it's a fucking saying. Woman up. Stop being a bitch," She barks.

  I take my hand off of her thigh, "Damn... I was joking."

"I don't care if you were joking. I'm frustrated enough as it is. Can we just focus on what we're doing? I don't have time for your hesitance. Are we doing this or are you just going to continue being a bitch?"

My jaw drops in disbelief, "If you want to be like that then I'll be like that too," I retort, "I'm not being a bitch. I'm trying to make light of the situation, dumbass. If it weren't for you I'd probably be back in Washington chilling on my couch while finishing up an essay. Let's not forget that you lied to me. You lured me into a trap. A trap that would've resulted in my death. We can play like this all day, bitch. I'm not scared of him. I'm scared of getting caught and facing life in prison. Maybe even the death penalty. Look around, idiot."

  She stares blankly at the road in front of us. Her expression dull.

  I take her silence as a chance to continue, "Still want to call me a bitch? I'm fucking out here risking my life for you. I know this was my idea. I know that. I'm doing it, not only for you but for me too. This is my escape. You and I.. we have nothing else to live for. We have each other and that's about it, but please. Call me a bitch one more time."

  "You're a Bitch," she challenges.

  "Ohhh. Oooh, okay. Alright," I shrug, leaning back into my seat, "You got a lot of shit coming, Savannah."

  "I bet," she sneers, "You know what?"

  The car jolts to the left as she parks on the side of the road.

  "What are you doing?" I begin.

  She holds up her hand to silence me, "No, shut the fuck up and listen to me. You.. you. Don't even get me started. First of all, never use what got us into this mess in the first place against me. I could've easily carried out the rest of this plan."

  I sneer, "Fucking bitch. Do you really want to say that? That you could've easily just went along with it and aided in my murder? You whore. How dare you?"

  Her nostrils flare, "I fucking fell in love with you, moron. I fell in love with you. You have me out here about to murder my ex-boyfriend because that's what you want. You know we're both psychopaths, right? You wanted this."

  I hesitate, "You..."

  "I what, Wren? Use your words." She glares.

  I sigh, defeated, "You're right."

  Her expression shifts into surprise, "I.. I am?"

  "Yes, Sav. You're right. I dragged you into this. We could've just turned him in and went back to live normally. I'm the fucked up one. I'm the psychopath," I rest my head on the glove compartment.

  "Idiot," she breathes.

  "What did you just say?" I shoot back.

  "I called you an idiot. Are you deaf too?" Before I can make a comeback she continues, "You're my idiot, though. Why else would I be here with you if I wasn't just as messed up as you? You know.. I've heard if you're aware that you're insane then you aren't actually insane. Jack Sparrow or some shit."

  I laugh softly, "You're right. At least we have the guts to admit we're twisted."

  She smiles warmly before cupping my face in her hands, "I meant what I said. You're my idiot. Now, please. Shut the fuck up and let me drive."

AUTHORS NOTE

She's back with an incredibly small update, I'm sorry. I have no motivation to finish this at all, but I owe it to myself to do so. I only have a few more chapters to go before this wraps up, but I have no idea when I'll get around to writing them. Life is just fucking me over and when I do have the time and motivation to write, I write poetry. Once I finally have this finished I'll be putting it under serious construction, but I have hopes for this to be a somewhat successful story. I hope you all have been well. See ya on the flip side✨