Oh, I Don't Love You; I'm In Love With Your Car. Or Is It The Other Way Round?

Oh, I don't love you, I'm in love with your car. Or is it the other way round?11

Chapter 11

The door closed quietly, but it woke me with a start. I saw Joe, his hair all ruffled up, staring at me. I leapt up and winced at the pain shooting through my arm. He was at my side in an instant. I sat back down again and glanced at my watch. Ten o’clock at night. I tugged my dress to cover my thighs (and failed) as Joe sat down beside me.

“Hey, what happened earlier? You looked spooked out or something.” asked Joe softly.

I debated telling him in my head, and decided to tell him. What harm could it do?

“Okay, don’t tell this to anyone except if you really need to.” I took a deep breath and recalled what happened, telling him as I remembered, and shuddered.

**In Taylor’s head**

“Hey, Tay!” shouted Molly, hugging me. We were fifteen at the time, and outside the mall. We were going to hang out at the park.

“What’s up? Come on, let’s go.” We chatted about random things, but when we reached the park, Molly was bursting to go to the toilet.

“I’ll just go over there, in the public toilet. I’ll be back in two minutes.” she assured me before running off. I didn’t turn around to watch her run off.

I just sat there for a few minutes, which turned to ten, and turned to twenty. Where was she? I decided to head in the direction she had sprinted in. As I neared the exit of the park and the road, I heard a high-pitched scream which sounded a lot like my best friend’s.

I sprinted in that direction and saw shadows moving in an alleyway. I peeked round the wall. It was dark, middle of November in the evening, and I was the teeniest bit scared. No one was around, only cars driving by at 40mph, but they didn’t notice anything. There were three bulky men, who were encircling Molly, who looked absolutely terrified.

As stealthily as a panther, I crept into the alley and hid behind a dumpster while they laughed.

“Pre’y girl like you, whatcha doin’ out ‘ere?” asked one with dark, shaggy hair to his shoulders.

“Wanderin’ out ‘ere jus’ for us, eh?” leered another.

“Enough o’ this chi’ cha’, le’s ge’ this done.” said the last one, who seemed to be in charge. He grabbed Molly’s arm and she cried out in pain, but he drew out a sharp knife, and she whimpered quietly.

I gasped under my breath, and decided to intercept now. I crouched and felt the familiar surge of power running through me faster than I could blink.

I lurched forwards and knocked the Leader to the ground, punching him repeatedly. The second one slipped his arm round Molly’s neck and held the knife at her side in his other hand. I froze, but the Leader was too hurt to fight back. He had blood all over his face, and he was groaning. The third one was watching me in shock.

I shuddered, but it was nothing to do with the cold. I was wearing skinny, dark jeans, trainers and a red and black long plaid shirt, with a tank top inside.

“Oh, swee’ie you don’ wanna carry on, do ya?” the one holding Molly said, grinning at me. He had a crooked tooth, so I nicknamed him Crooked Tooth in my head.

I sighed and got off the Leader. He rolled over and moaned. I was on my guard so I could be quick and react at the slightest movement, to protect Molly, and myself.

“Now, le’ this pre’y ‘un come wi’ us, ‘kay?” Crooked Tooth sneered as Molly looked at me with huge, pleading eyes. Get me out of here!