“What have I done?” I mutter as the darkness replaces the red glow. Of course, someone I barely even know will leave me in the middle of nowhere after I threw a fit, like a child. After all he’s tried to do is protect me and save me. I still felt the need to act like that and treat him like he’s nothing.
If only I was capable of being saved.
I treated him as if he means nothing to me. As if I didn’t have that dream about him this morning, which I’m sure means more than I want to give it credit for. I’m sure it’s my subconscious telling me that letting Ro in would be fulfilling my promise tohim.
Shaking my head, I quickly push that thought from my mind, I just can’t think about that yet.
“What have I done?” I whisper as I look around me.
Great, I’m literally ever serial killer’s wet dream right now.
I bend over, picking up the helmet that he threw at me, and start to walk on the side of the desolate road, in the desert.
I really need to start thinking before I speak.
I was trying to get Ro to replace the memory of him screwing me on the side of the road, but he wouldn’t, and really, I don’t want to replace any of those memories.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been walking when two headlights come towards me in the distance, but I’m sure it’s at least been a few hours. The headlights are larger, and they sit up higher than Ro’s car. I don’t watch it as it passes me, and I don’t need to look back when I hear it make a U-turn. I already know that it has.
I wish I had something to defend myself. I panic, but I try not to let it show, instead I turn around and look straight at the SUV as it starts to slow down next to me. Trying to tell them that I’m not afraid.
“Sadie?” I don’t recognize the voice, but it calls out to me like I know him.
“Nope, not me.” I nod my head to him and gesture for him to keep driving.
Instead, the SUV comes to a stop next to me. The door opens as the man gets out of the driver’s seat and stands next to the hood. “Come on, get in the car. Let me take you back.” He calls out to me again and I just shake my head ‘no’. I’m not sure how he knows my name and who I am, but I’m not going anywhere with that man.
Stranger danger!
I panic as I feel myself wrapped up in a set of arms and start to be dragged backwards. I try to flair around but whoever the attacker is has my arms pinned at my sides. So, I do the only other thing that I can think to do and I swing my head back as hard asI can. I’m hoping to break themotherfucker’s nose, but I only slam my head into his fucking sternum before I’m being pushed into the backseat and pinned face first into the floorboard.
Trying to fight back before my arms are grabbed and held down as well.
“Stop it.” As soon as I hear the voice I start to calm down. “Stop fighting. If you weren’t being so damn stubborn tonight…” The door shuts from behind us.
“Goddamnit, Ro.” I shout back at him as he has my face pinned into the floorboard still. “You couldn’t just talk to me like a normal person instead of forcing me into the car.” I feel the SUV start to move forward.
“No.”
“Why?” I’m still shouting.
“Because I should have just left you out there.”
“Then why didn’t you?” I snap at him, and he laughs out loud.
“Because I have more respect forhimthan to leave you out there. And fuck,” He pauses, “I have more respect for you than you apparently have for yourself.” He lets go of my hands and I roll overlooking up at him. If I questioned earlier when he mentioned death rarely being fair that he had any idea what it was I was upset over, now I no longer question anything.
“Is that why you wouldn’t fuck me? Cause you figured out my secret?” I ask him, making it seem like that’s the whole secret.
“No.”
“Then why?” I whisper up at him, not realizing until I ask it that I’m actually hurt by him rejecting me.
He smirks down, the anger falling from his face, and I think he’s going to say something nice, maybe bordering on sweet. Instead he shakes his head and then pushes himself up off the floorboard and moves over the front seat. Sitting down.
I should get up off of the floor, but I don’t. I just continue to ride back to the city laying, looking up at the ceiling of the SUV.
“It’s a dumb idea to get someone that I have no idea who they are to shout for me to get into the car. Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk to strangers?” I sarcastically say to him, still laying on the floor.
