"If only you were the person you portrayed yourself to be. But you aren't. You're a pathetic excuse of a human, aren't you Ryder? Your anger slowly building up over the mere comments I've made. Are you that easily hurt? Like I said, pathetic."
"Come on Harley, we need to go!" Ryder shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
After the encounter with Kelly, I decided to go upstairs to my room before I ended up ripping the girls cheap hair extensions out of her scalp and choking her with them. There wasn't a real reason why I shouldn't of done it, but why waste my breath on trying to take hers away.
Oh who am I kidding? I'll probably end up poisoning one of those stupid smoothies she drinks and watch her as she dies slowly.
The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. "Come on love, you might have all day but I don't. Now if you don't get your pretty little ass into the car outside then I'll take you myself."
"Will you also get your lapdogs to help? They'd probably suck your dick if you asked them politely."
His lips slightly parted while his eyebrows creased, before his famous smirk appeared once again, "Would you?"
"You disgust me."
He tsked before walking to the door. "Yeah, love you too. Now come on, let's go."
I trudged over to the wardrobe, quickly slipping on a pair of trainers before making my way towards the door, muttering a thank you to Ryder who held it.
As soon as we stepped out of the front door, Ryder grabbed my wrist in a tight hold to make sure I didn't try running away. Anyone in the right frame of mind would've, but I haven't been in the right frame of mind for over 5 years.
We stopped infront of a garage, with multiple cars in it. He walked towards the black and white Koenigsegg Agera R.
The car purred to life, soon enough we were out of the garage and driving onto Ryder's driveway.
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Looking out of the windows, I took note of the things I saw, and how long it took us to get to certain places. I wasn't planning on being stuck here for long, I was getting out, no matter how hard it was.
The awkward silence in the car was drowning, so I put the radio on. The song Do Re Mi by Blackbear blasted out of the speaker, which I started humming to.
On the line "You got me thinking lately, bitch you're crazy!" Ryder pointed at me while singing in the worst possible voice.
"But nothing's ever good enough, so I wrote a little song for you! It go like..." At this point, he was poking me in the side, desperately wanting me to sing along.
