Bad Together

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DEFINITION | An intense and irresistible desire for freedom ♥︎

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Rosalie Jenkins

I watched the scenery blur past me through the clean lens of the wind mirror as we drove down the road at a ridiculously fast speed.

I found myself gripping at the black leather seats in fear as my stomach started to twist inside of me. A blood curdling scream inside of my head was telling me to get the hell out.

Why can't I be free?

Ever since I killed someone there has been a voice in my head telling me to do all kinds of crazy things. I just couldn't get away from it.

I swore to myself that I would never listen to it but it was hard when it was in my mind, body and spirit constantly.

I don't know what is even true anymore.

"Do you know what you did Rosalie?" He questions, glancing down at me with his left hand tightening on the steering wheel.

How could I forget?

I nod my head hesitantly, not wanting to piss him off anymore than he already is. I noticed that that littlest things piss him off.

Literally, I saw a bug fly into his window and he sweared the hell out of it for making a mess on the glass.

I had to stifle my laugh with my hand so that he wouldn't see. I mean after all I was in a car with a murderer.

"Alvarez's men are hard to kill. Very hard. But the fact that a little girl like you managed to do it intrigues me"

Visions of that man running his greasy and slimy hands over my body cloud into my head. The way he laughed when he shoved his hand down my pants rings through my ears.

"I don't want to talk about it" I mumble, looking out the window again to get rid of my thoughts.

I don't ever want to talk about it.

"But we have to darling. You killed someone who was quite important in my world" He hums, glancing side ways at me again with a crazy look in his dark eyes.

His world?

What is he, the fucking king or some shit like that? To me he just looks like a arrogant asshole who manipulates everyone into getting what he wants.

I refuse to let him get to me.

"What kind of world?" I ask quietly.

A dark raspy chuckle escapes from the bottom of his throat, sending shivers down my spine. "A world where a little girl like you shouldn't belong in"

Oh.

"Are you forgetting I killed someone?" I point out, crossing my arms over my chest in the process.

I already joined his world the second I stabbed that man in that backstreet a couple of days ago. He didn't want to admit it but it was the truth sadly.