Finding You.

CHAPTER 5

I'm having motion sickness, not sure whether it's just the alcohol or I'm actually in a moving car... Oh No! "Am I driving?" I say this out loud, frantic whether my question would be answered or not. If it's answered, who am I in the car with... if not . . . oh no, was I in an accident? Am I sleeping while driving?

"No, you're not driving." That voice sounds familiar... familiar but new at the same time. I flutter my eyes open and it hurts my head so bad, I'm on the passenger seat, this is not my car. The windows are tinted black, grey leather seats, automatic gear, built-in screen on the dashboard, this car is very fancy I must be dreaming.

I shut my eyes and open them again, panic rises in me as I think of human trafficking as the worst case scenario. "How are you feeling?" the voice emerges again. I look to my side and see a man... the man, I caught a glimpse of him back at the bar before everything went black. He must notice that I look terrified and completely confused as he says; "Don't worry, I'm not some psycho murderer or anything like that... I knocked you over back at the bar and I'm afraid you might have a concussion so we're going to my practice. I need to be sure you're okay before you fall asleep tonight".

I try to move but my body is tightly strapped by the seat belt, pulling me into the over-comfortable leather seat, my head is killing me and it feels so heavy right now, I feel as though I'm on a drug, aware yet unaware... aware of my surroundings and sounds but unaware of comprehending what is happening and why it is happening, and I don't even know how to stop it.

"Your practice?" I ask finally using my speech. "Yes, it's right in Alberton Brackenhurst, we shouldn't be that long. Does your head hurt?" Should I even trust this stranger? "Yes, horribly " I answer despite my questioning of him, there's something too though, my mouth feels funny as though it doesn't belong to me.

I graze my tongue over my teeth and discover that one of my front teeth has chipped by a quarter, "What happened to my tooth?" I ask in panic. "You mean the rest of your tooth? Well I think you should stop texting and walking." he says with a smile.

"Why would you say that?"
      "Because you weren't looking, so when I opened the door it hit your mouth and chipped your tooth." he says boldly. "Oh
wow aren't you the one to talk? Where were you looking when you opened that door? Because if you were looking then you clearly wouldn't have pushed the damn door into my face!"

I'm almost screaming now, the audacity of this man. "Wow I'm sorry calm down okay, this screaming isn't doing justice to your headache." He's right because my head hurts ten times worse now than just two minutes ago. "I'm Aya." he says turning to face me for a beat, then looks back to the road ahead.

"Somila." I reply. "Yea, I know." He knows? "How do you know my name?" I ask him, "Well I looked into your little bag for your car keys and I found your licence card." 
       "Why were you looking for my car keys, where is my car?" he points his thumb towards the back, I turn to face backwards and see my black sandero.

"Who's driving her?" I ask, and he chuckles. "A friend of mine, we were riding together in my car but after you blacked out we thought he should drive your car and follow us to my practice so you can go home straight from there."
       "How long was I out?" I ask him feeling a bit worried, "About fifteen minutes." wow I can't believe it was only fifteen minutes, it felt like such a long time, this could only mean that I'm still drunk.

We pull up at a big double story house and Aya presses the remote to open up the gate, on the wall I see a big board with the words Good health practitioners' private practice. He drives into the gate, the headlights of my car following behind and we park at a spot with a "Reserved for Dr Edwards" sign facing the parking space. He exits the car, comes around and opens my door for me. I wobble as I jump on my feet having not realized I was in a big car.