saved to live, killed to love

s e v e n

I was left on the basement. Infuriated. Confused, yet enlightened at some point— but without any doubt, I followed him outside. A lot of things are happening in my life in a span of couple of days, but here I am again, following him to who knows where; risking my life and my sanity.

"Where are we going? Why aren't we taking your car?" I asked, couple of steps away from him as he stood on the sidewalk. The brightness from his phone enhanced his features, and must I say it again, he looks good. Which is unusual for a creep I have imagined.

"It's not needed." He muttered, turning his back as he looked at me. "No matter what happens, don't tell anyone your name."

With furrowed eyebrows, I crossed my arms; softly whincing as I endured the lingering pain in my stomach. "And why?" I asked.

"And when I tell you to jump, jump. Do not hesitate."

I rolled my eyes.
With a lot of questions I wanted to ask, I know he wouldn't answer any of it so I kept my mouth shut. Mind is going wild with thoughts that i'll probably not see the sun rise again. Funny how I wanted to start my life again, live my life better but here I am.

A rusty toyota stopped in front of us. I can't see much on what's inside since the reflection of the light from the nearby post reflect the glass of the car. San flashed the guy his phone, and with my own eyes, I saw him smile softly towards the driver.

Softly.
Like a nice normal kid.

"Are you our uber driver for tonight?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." A man answered, fumbling with something inside his car.

"Let's go." He called me out, tilting his head to motion me to get inside as he held the door open.

With his attempt of placing his hand over my waist, I hit him gently and went inside the car as he followed. "Uber, really?"

The scent of cigarette lingers inside the car, as well as some weird air freshener which obviously stinks. I leaned over the window, pushing some button to rolldown the window but it ain't working.

I looked over at San, he has his eyes shut as he rests his back comfortably to rest. I shrugged my shoulders, placing my hand over my nose in a not so obvious way that I knew.

"Excuse me? Can you open the window? I'm feeling a little car sick." I asked over the driver. A familiar pair of eyes looked at me through the mirror, a smile slowly creeping on his face as he looked at my shock state. I was frozen on my seat.

My hand trembles as I reach over San's thigh, I felt like being splashed with ice cold water; my hand started to sweat as my head pounds with the sight of him and the memories flashing in my mind.

"S-San.." I stuttered, shaking his thigh but he remained to have his eyes shut with his arm thrown over the back of his head. He sighed.

"What?" He mumbled.

"I.. I wanted to go out.. L-Let's walk.. please.." With watery eyes, and huge lump on my throat, I continued to stutter.

It was him.
The bearded guy on the strip club with the knife. The guy who pulled my hair, and with his smile; I felt nothing but disgust as I remembered the warmth of his breath against my neck. The blaring music. The eyes of the feasty men.

"I told you to speak properly." He uttered with annoyance on his tone, opening his eyes with his blank stare bore into me. His eyes looked so tired, so mad.