Surviving The Devil

22. Just drive

CHAPTER 22: Just drive

After settling everything in the car’s trunk, I walked over to the driver’s seat and entered in. Dillan came to meet me early in the morning and then went to practice. He seemed really excited to play for the college and ranted about what he was going to do if they won. At least the guy was living his life and not thinking about how to 'destroy' Ryan. Why was he so desperate to do so anyways?

But the worst thing at the moment was that we were running late by three hours already and it was sure that we were ought to get stuck in a heavy traffic at the end of the city, which meant more delay.

And all because of Ryan who ‘forgot’ that he had an appointment with the doctor for his shoulder. He loved to torture me with his stupid ideas.

He was supposed to come back home and then we would be off for the five hours journey. As I didn’t have any car, all thanks to dad, I was to drive Ryan’s car.

The torture.

Everyone knows that guys are very possessive toward their devices and automobiles and it was sure that Ryan fell in the category of those guys as well.
Whenever I used to drive his car, he would give thousands of instructions about what to do and what not to do and someone constantly speaking or yelling while you are driving could be really annoying.

“Back.” Ryan’s voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw his smiling face.
“How was your appointment?” I asked, taking the suspicious paper bag that he was holding.
“I didn’t have an appointment.” he spoke, making me drop the bag on the ground.

He looked at me and said, “Careful, there’s glass bottle in it.” and then bended over to pick the bag up.
“What do you mean you didn’t have any appointment? You said you were going to the clinic for check-up.” I shrieked.
He shrugged his shoulder and spoke, “I may have forgot that the clinic was closed.”
“By seeing your memory loss, it seems like you’ve hurt your head and not your shoulder.” I commented and placed the bag inside the car.

“What is in it anyways?” I asked, pointing the paper bags.
“Ah, nothing much. Just a little snack.”
I groaned and spoke, “Fine.”

He made me to wait for so long to get snacks? Wow!

I turned to him and he was still standing there with a big smile on his face.
“Are you going to get in the car or I have to do that as well?” I said.
“You have to do it.” he chuckled.

“Just get in the car, Ryan.” I stated, getting in the car as well.
“Okay ma’am.” he spoke and sat on the passenger seat.

After we sat, I began to drive the car to our destination. Last night when I was laying in my bed and couldn’t think of a better topic to think about, I began to think about everything that happened with Ryan in a few months and how his behaviour changed. No matter what happened, he still lied to me about the break up. He could have told me the truth and I staying near him still made him feel bad, then I would have backed away myself because it would be good for Ryan but he lied about it.

Throughout the ride, I stayed quiet, while he tried to make up some conversations.

The idea of talking to him felt tempting but yet again, I couldn’t do that. He would feel that he made up everything already so easily. I was trying my best to forgive him because I knew he never had any intentions to hurt me but he pushed me away and there was something I needed to teach him, to keep his dear ones near him during a tough time. Pushing them away won’t help you to solve the situation; it will only make you more miserable because you will have to face every problem alone. And Ryan needed to learn that it won’t hurt anyone if they were near him.