I am sitting with Logan in his car.
OH MY GOD!!! I hate this man with my guts and he's acting so cool, as if there's nothing wrong between us. 'Us' does it even exist? I... I'm going mad. Sitting here with him in the car, it's insane. He's insane. I just want to go back. I cannot sit in a car. After the accident I have avoided travelling by cars as much as possible and that too by cars like these, the luxury ones. Because Ryan also drove these and we were in one of them when we had that accident. It was the worst day ever. I just wish I had not acted like a little brat, Ryan would have been with me, with us. It was all my fault.
"Bella" Logan spoke from beside me.
I don't want to talk to him right now. Firstly because I hate him and then because it's too dangerous. It's better I don't respond to him. He will fall silent himself.
"Bella, I want to talk to you." He again spoke and so I looked outside the window. I needed to ignore him. He should drive. Not talk. It's too dangerous. It's risky.
"Are you listening to me? I know you can listen. Then atleast reply..."
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was frustrated it was clear. His hands gripped the wheel so hard that his nuckles turned white. But I did not wanted to talk to me and most importantly he should drive.
"Please...say something..." He sighed.
"What...what do you want to hear? Can't you keep quiet and drive silently!" I snapped. I know it was totally uncalled for but he should focus on his driving not me.
"Woahh... there's no need to shout. I just want to talk to you. So you should answer my questions when asked. It's simple." He ran his hand through his hair and increased the speed. We were now going very fast. Too fast than required. Panic grew inside of him. He was driving too fast. It's not good. We can...no no no no... He should slow down!
"What are you doing?" I asked him. I knew my hands were shaking. I was already scared of sitting in a car and now that he's driving too fast and moreover he's angry. Anything could go wrong. He needs to slow down.
"Logan! Slow down! You are driving too fast!!" I again shouted but it was more like I was pleading. He ignored me, gripped the steering wheel harder.
"Well looks like someone back to talking terms!" He snorted.
I felt myself being pulled towards the window. We were coming across a turn and he was not slowing down.
"You need to slow down!"
"Why? I don't think so. It's fun!" He looked at me with a cruel smile. "You are enjoying it right? Just like you enjoy talking to Francesco and Luca?" He spoke, his voice filled with venom.
Talking with Luca and Francesco? What the hell??
"What? What have they got to do with all this?" I looked at him. He was still zooming down the road at a frightening speed.
"What have they got to do with this?" He mocked. "You talk to them! You enjoy being with them!! But you just can't fucking talk with me!!" I looked at him, my eyes almost bulging out. All of this just because I don't talk to him. Is he not in his senses?
I was pulled harshly towards him a he took a turn. He needs to stop. Or else he'll get us killed.
"Logan. Stop. The. Car!!" I screamed, my heart was thumping wildly. We'll die.
He twisted his head towards him. "Why? You don't listen to me when I want to talk to you! So why should I listen to you?"
He is impossible. He's talking like a kid. He's doing all this just because I don't talk to him. I would have laughed if it would have been anyday else but right now if he doesn't slow down. We'll crash into somebody.
