Stained

Chapter 32

"Unlike the taxi driver, I'm not a stranger," he tells me.

"I don't want to go with you though. I don't need your help." My bottom lip begins trembling as the rain mercilessly pours down on us.

"You won't accept my hoodie and you're going to get hypothermia if you stay out here a minute longer."

"My taxis going to be here any minute now," I tremble out.

"Stop being stubborn and let me drop you off home." Damien pulls his hoodie over my head.

"I said no. Leave me alone," I push his hands off me but make no move to remove the hoodie because it's warmed me up slightly.

"You'll freeze hazel," he grabs my arm and pulls me toward the road.

"Damien!" I try pulling his hand off me but it's no use since he's got my good arm in his grip and my bad ones unable to do anything. "Get off me! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

But he doesn't listen. He opens the passenger door to his car and motions for me to get in when I make no move.

"Get in." He lets go of my arm and opens the car door wider.

"No." I defiantly cross my arms over my chest.

"Get in the fucking car Hazel," he booms.

"I'd rather freeze to death out here than accept your help ever again."

"You're starting to get on my last nerve. And I swear to god if you don't get in this car, I'll stick my head in the gas tank."

"Good. And don't come out." I give him a big fake smile before looking away.

He huffs loudly. "Get in or I'll put you in myself."

I hold my ground. "No." He wouldn't dare.

"Fine," he bends down to pick me up.

"No!" I grab onto his broad shoulders before he can.

He straightens and levels me with a hard stare. "Get in."

If my fingers weren't beginning to turn numb I wouldn't have gotten in. But because they are, I do.

I don't want him to know that though so I let out an annoyed breath. If I do things easily, he'll continue to order me around. If I make it hard on him, hopefully, he'll back off. I think.

Rolling his eyes, he closes the door then holds up his car key and presses a button to lock the car. I start panicking but quickly realise why he did it. So he thought I was going to jump out of the car in the time it took for him to cross the hood and get in the driver's seat. Pathetic, but correct. I would have. But it never occurred to me.

Damien faces me, a hard look marring his expression.

"What?" I bark, not bothering to hide my annoyance. He's getting way too comfortable driving me around. Helping me. Maybe if I'm rude he'll stop bothering.

He nods his head behind me, "seatbelt."

I pop a shoulder and face the front. I know I'm acting like a child but he won't take me seriously any other way.

"Fine," he leans over the central control and reaches for the seatbelt.

"I'll do it," I swat his hand away and reach for the belt.

He starts the car and turns the heating on. At first, cold air hits me but it quickly turns warm and so do the seats. I slump back and he drives off.