"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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My throat slowly closed off, and panic took over my body. Alright, maybe this really was the time, then. To die. For my memories to flash by like an express train and to silently say sorry to mom. This guy had no idea of his strength and of human vulnerability, I might as well just be done for if no one stopped him.
My eyes rolled back into my skull and my vision went black at the lack of oxygen, as my hands ceased to resist. I couldn't muster up the strength anymore.
Fair enough. At least this guy would serve a life in prison for deliberately choking a teenager to death. That was a good cause to die for, if I'd die anyway. His face behind bars, sulking and begging to be released, that was a very pleasant sight to give my life for.
But no! I finally made friends with Elle and, vexing as it was, I was happy for Jesse having found a boyfriend. She seemed so bright today. And I still wanted to unravel Kye's and this town's mysteries, I still wanted to lose my virginity, I still wanted to try and raise a child like I wanted to be raised my whole childhood.
I couldn't leave mom behind, all alone.
I still wanted to know why dad was not with me anymore.
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"You awake?" the one voice I didn't want to encounter in the afterlife spoke to me. Maybe I ended up in hell to be forever tortured by Kye.
"I guess."
My mouth had moved before I knew it. I couldn't even feel the rest of my body yet, but my eyes slowly fluttered open, to find myself not in heaven nor hell but simply in the stupid Range Rover with the stupid insane fucker driving it.
"You almost killed me," I remarked, trying to lift my finger. It worked.
Within a few seconds my body was back to being alive and kicking, the only reminder of what happened being my sore throat and the pressure against my windpipe.
"I did, huh."
"You belong in a mental institution, I'm positive now."
My voice was hoarse as I noticed he fastened the seatbelt around me. So, he had no problem with strangling me to death in front of school, but having me smash my head against the window when we crash was against his morals?
"Maybe I do. But I didn't mean to make you pass out," he surprised me. I finally turned to him; eyebrows raised high.
Huh? Did he just mean to convey he was sorry about the situation?
"Yeah?"
"Even I have my limits, you know."
"Oh?" My wonder at those words wasn't even faked.
"I can't help it that your neck is as weak as a twig, be stronger," he demanded, making me roll my eyes and carefully rub over my throat.
I still was nauseous from facing death. No matter what he said- whether he meant to do so or no-, this guy almost took my life just now, and he didn't even seem a bit shaken by it. He could've ended what was so precious to my dad, and it wouldn't even hurt him enough to stir up regret in his non-existent heart.
