Loving Him

Ready For A Roadtrip

Chapter Seven -

Megan's Point of View-

Alright so now I'm in my bedroom with my door locked. I managed to get away from Jay.

How exactly, you ask? Oh I just do what any lady would do, hit his balls. Deciding that I'm not that tired yet, I turn on the television and flick through the channels.

The Silver Lining's Playbook is on! I've watched this movie twice before. Jennifer Lawrence is a true hero. Like literally, in the Hunger Games. Go Team Peeniss!

Somewhere through the movie, my phone vibrates and I see that my mother sent me a text.

'Your grandfather and I are still expecting you and Jay tomorrow.' Oh my god, I forgot about her! I mean about our plans! Well not really my plans considering I didn't plan them. My wonderful husband did so he can go alone because I sure as hell am not going through a whole weekend with my mother.

I've spent eighteen years under the same roof as her and I don't want to extend, thank you very much.

'We'll be there.'

I switch the tv off and get comfortable in bed. Right as I'm about to doze off, I hear a click on my door. No. No no no! This is how people end up dead in those movies I refuse to watch yet when I do, I refuse to not watch! Life is a confusing cycle and mine is about to be ended!

Grabbing my covers, I hide underneath them, as if they would protect me from the Grudge.

My breathing increases along with my heart rate. It's getting hotter and hotter in here after every inhale and exhale. Why couldn't duvets have breathing holes in them for times like these?

Because then the evil killer person would spot you easily and I heard it can smell fear!

When I slow down my breathing, I hear that everything's quiet. Did the ghost of Christmas future die? Taking my chances, I pull the cover out of my face, it's all about taking risks.

"Hey babe," when I open my eyes, Jay is standing at the foot of the ridiculously large bed and he's just staring at me. I scream and he covers his ears like a little kid. I have to admit, he looks kind of adorable. What the heck, Megan? He tried to kill you in your own room! He is not adorable! Not even close.

"What the fuck are you screaming for?"

"You don't get to ask me that after you scared me shitless like that! You don't just stand at the end of my bed and stare at me while I'm trying to fall asleep, in the dark might I add! Normal people knock and don't barge in like that!"

"Well if I knocked, would you have let me in?"

"Obviously not! Are you insane! Why would I open the door for you if your only intention was to kill me?"

"How would you have known that I wanted to kill you if I wanted to kill you?"

"Well I deleted all your work that took you hours and hours to do and when you tried to get revenge, a very failed attempt by the way, I hurt your family jewels along with your man ego!"

"Right, about that, you will pay," he's still standing there, shrugging his shoulders like it's the most normal thing to do to your wife, get revenge for not wanting to get killed.

Before I know it he's lunging at me and we're having a wrestling match on the bed. I will win this! I kick his leg and take that opportunity to push him down. Now I have the upper hand. He tries to grab my arms but my hand is on his face before he can. He seems surprised by my weird action and I almost laugh until he licks my hand.

"Ew-" my hands are in his grip and he pins them above my head as he hovers over me.

"You are unbelievable, Megan Westbound."

"You're the one trying to murder me!" I fire back. He rolls his eyes and his body off me. He's heavier than you think.

"I wasn't trying to murder you, your mother texted and I came in to remind you about the trip."

"My door was locked," I state the obvious.

"I had a spare key or two in the drawer," he also states the obvious, adding a little bit of sarcasm to it.

"Oh my, he's got a sense of humour!" I too make a sarcastic remark.

Before I know it, he walking out of the room.

"Lock your door, we don't want anyone coming in to try and kill you, would we?"

That son of a b-

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I wake up because the light from the window is far too bright for my liking. What kind of Witchery is this? Groaning, I move to under the covers and try to ignore the suffocating feeling of nonoxygenated air.

"If you don't get up now, I will throw you out that window," Jay threatens me, pulling the duvet off of me. Douchebag.

"It's too early," I complain. Then I remember his threat and who knows what this man could do? He could like actually throw me out that window and nobody would know because he's rich and stuff.

"We've got a long drive, now get up," he's really into the whole 'do as I say because I'm a scary monster' kind of thing, isn't he?

But despite my stubbornness, I do as he says and get my things ready. I try to look for anything 'appropriate' that would keep my mother happy.

Ever since I was little, I would always be in dresses. Whatever day it was, I would wear a dress. Even if it was lashing rain outside or if I was puking with food poisoning or something. My mother wouldn't settle for less. She'd always say that ladies should dress like ladies.

So I pack my small suitcase with nothing but dresses and heels. Another thing about heels, that woman tought me how to walk in them when I was seven. She shouldn't have because now I'm traumatised for life and the thought of a whole weekend wearing them terrifies me.

At the bottom of the staircase, Jay's waiting at the round table on his phone. Of course he is, he's always on his phone.

I take a minute to take in his appearance. Jay's usually in a custom made suit so seeing that he's wearing casual clothing today, shocks me sort of.

He has on a white v neck shirt, dark wash jeans, brown boots and a brown leather jacket.

Jay in a suit looks amazing but Jay in this, almost sexy. Almost.

He finally looks up at me and looks me up and down, also taking in my appearance.

"Wow. You seem almost girl like," he smirks and I sarcastically smile back at him.

"Well you seem almost not my father," I remark back as he grabs his suitcase, leaving me to pull mine along.

"Shall we, malady," he says, even though he goes through the door before me.

I roll my eyes and say, "such a gentleman."

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Hey people! Just like to say, I have only posted the first few chapters. Still got not internet but I can't live without the internet, it's my life! Just stay tuned, vote, comment, follow and fan.