You Know Me

Flash Foward

January 6, 2021

"I'm just checking the time, chill the hell out!" I yell as he grabs my phone from my hand.

A sick smile pans across his scratched up face, sickening enough to bring chills down my spine. I jump in my seat as he slams my phone against the already cracked window before dropping it onto the muddy floorboard. My selected ringtone for Stella chimes through the humid truck right as the heel of his boot shatters the screen. His smile grows bigger as he continues to stomp.

I push myself against the passenger door and let my hand slowly skim the edge of my seat for my seat belt buckle. The crusty velveted seats scratch against my hand and the same shiver overcomes my entire body. If he were any crazier he would've tied my ass up. I can imagine being tied up in his trunk with the sound of nothing but my harshed cries for help.

He could kill me, but he won't. They will find me before he can.

My hand finally grazes across the hard buckle and with my timid fingers shaking, I slowly push down, praying to God that it doesn't let out a click. The car begins to shake even worse as his stomps become quicker, harder against the only thing that could've possibly gotten me out of the shit that I've put myself into.

Click.

The shaking and stomping come to a halt as he quickly turns to face me. His once sickening smile turns into a gut-wrenching frown. I can see the crazy in his eyes, they beam into mine, fuming into a bright green. He's pissed and if I knew any better, he could kill me at this very moment.

His hand reaches the seatbelt as it glides up my chest. He brings it back down, slowly tracing the lining of my bra, and makes circles with his fingertips on my stomach, his hands as cold as ice. I can feel my face turn pale as he buckles me back in. The slightest bit of hope that I had five seconds ago is dead and gone.

I let out a scream as he raises his hand high, bringing it down quickly to my face. I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the sharp sting that is expected to come, but it doesn't come. I open my eyes to find his hand inches away from my face.

A bellowed laugh seeps through his lips as I sink further into my seat.

"You think I would hurt you?" He says in between his laughs.

"No, I-I know you wouldn't hurt me," I lie through my teeth.

He curls his finger, beckoning for me to come closer, but I stay still. I'm frozen in my seat. Even if I wanted to move closer to him, I couldn't. He looks up and down at my tense, half-naked body with his crazed smile. His luring eyes make me look down at my hands that are clenched together in my lap. A trickle of blood runs down my pale legs.

"He'll find me," I manage to break from my shaken breaths. "And when he does, he'll kill you."