As Much as You {completed}

Carmen: 19.

                Something warm wrapped around Carmen's frail frame and she felt warm breath on her cheek. Letting her eyes flutter open, she let the emerald blur focus in and form bright eyes. Ezra's eyes. Closing her eyes again, she smiled, and turned so her back was pressed against his chest.

                  "Morning," she said still sleepy from her slumber.

                  "Hey," he replied smoothly. "How did you sleep?"

                 "Okay," she replied happily. "I had this strange dream though." suddenly her features twisted into a deep frown.

                  "Why! what was it about?"

                  "It was your birthday--"

                    "Yes," Ezra interjected, "yesterday."

                    This didn't surprise Carmen, although her dream had been so surreal. "Yes, and anyway, some things happened and you ended up leaving your house the next day which would be today but that was in my dream, you know? Anyway, when you left you were caught in an accident and put in a coma. You wouldn't wake up for what seemed like months but must have only been a few seconds of last night and when you came around you moved to Cornwall. Obviously, I followed you. When I got there, you hated me." 

                    Ezra stayed quiet for a few moments.

                “Ezra?”

                “Yeah,” he murmured into her shoulder. “I’m listening.”

                “I just…” Carmen sighed, trying to calm herself. She closed her eyes, keeping comfortable under the duvet. “I couldn’t stand seeing you forget me. You hated me.”

                “You don’t have to worry about it,” Ezra said smoothly. He moved away from Carmen and said, “because I still—” and as he said the word “do” he held up a shiny six inch knife, just as Carmen turned, opening her eyes fully to look at him. 

                Carman sat up, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead and hitting her exposed leg. She was in her pyjama’s, in a car, and quickly turned to bright lights outside catching her attention. She looked to be on what was a dual carriageway and then turned to the side. Someone was sitting in the driver’s seat and it wasn’t for a few more moments that a car came from the other direction in the darkness of the night – there lights showing Ezra’s face. Carmen screamed again.

                Ezra frowned. “Can you stop screaming, please? It’s giving me a headache and I’m trying to drive.”

                “Where are we?”

                “Going to London. Your stuffs in the back.” he replied bluntly. “I told you; you’ve overstayed your welcome now. I don’t want you there.”

                “So you kidnapped me from your house! You don’t even know where I live!”

                “I was going to wake you up when we got there?”

                Suddenly, a thought popped into Carmen’s head. “How do you know which way London is? It’s too dark to read a map.”

                Ezra’s head pointed to the SatNav that , on silent, was navigating Ezra. “I found the address in your purse. You were out cold, so it was no problem getting you into the car.”