Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Car Journeys.

 April’s POV.

 As was expected, the moody red-head didn’t buy April a cookie- which may, or may not have had something to do with April’s surly attitude towards her, which she easily returned. But could you really blame her? April’s legs were mangled because of the woman and her armament.

 Her feet dragged along the pavement for what seemed hours, but were possibly only a couple of minutes before they reached a misshapen and dirt-logged jeep. It reminded April of a safari that her parents and she participated in a couple of years prior. But of course, the jeep here was still just as, if not more, dishevelled as the one at the zoo- one that had been bombarded by a pack of lions once or twice.

 “She may not look like much- but she’s served me well over the years.” The woman whose name April was still yet to learn mumbled, reminiscing over her time with the elder jeep.

 “Served you well? Is that your way of saying; a get-away car when kidnapping a minor?” She hissed, running a nail along the woman’s prized vehicle. Payback’s an arse, April thought, as her dearly-beloved being dismembered because of her appeared in her mind. April’s nail ploughed through the layers of dirt, blood and paint of the chassis.

 “There’s blood on here.” She notified, smelling the blood slightly, inhaling the metallic scent. Of course, the blood was dry, but that didn’t make her any less ominous, or fascinated to find out what happened.

 The woman nodded, not seeming to want to express on her answer. She unlocked the passenger front seat and shoved her in, leaving April in no position to argue.

 “I call shotgun.” April grumbled sarcastically, glaring at her as she practically tied her body to the seat. OK, perhaps she was majorly reckless, but April was not suicidal enough to jump out of a high-speed bloody car!

 “Touch anything in the glove compartment and you’re dead.” She snarled and slammed the door shut and appeared around the other side of the car in a matter of seconds, then started the engine, keeping her weapon by her side, furthest away from April.

 “I thought you were already going to kill me?” April asked, fiddling with the binds around her wrists, flinching every time she held on for two long; like if you put your hand on heated radiator. Even when she didn’t purposely touch the cuffs, they still slowly burned her wrists leaving raw, aggravated red marks. She felt them getting thinner the more the binds dug into her skin.

 “OK, see it this way then. Touch anything, or keep talking- and I’ll make your death as slow and painful as I can. Got it?” It must’ve been the early morning, and her eyes were bloodshot and red, no doubt April’s were the same. She couldn’t remember the last time I had an OK night sleep. She didn’t say’ when I had a great sleep’ because she knew for sure when that was: it was 6 months ago.

 The car soared back in the direction she’d come from, much against her will. She’d somewhat prepared myself, thinking that would be the last time she would step foot in that area, and here they were- heading back. April wasn’t scared of the town itself, as such; but what absolutely petrified her was what she was capable of doing there- what she was capable of doing anywhere.

 April’s original plan was to first head back to her old home in the neighbouring city, pick up her old belongings that no doubt Ash or Luca had stolen, and such- which made April, wonder what on earth happened to her actual car when she was moved? What if her friends had moved to where the gods only know? But then, the ever recurring revelation occurred to April, again: They probably hated her.

 “Where are we going?” She asked, suddenly being reminded of the unsettled feeling she’d experienced when she woke up beside Jason earlier that night. The thought of death hadn’t really bothered her before, in fact- April was sure, once upon a time, she embraced the idea, thinking it would bring her closer to my parents.