30 Chapter 30: Nowhere (1/2)
I've always loved looking out the window. I like to imagine that everyone that passes us is in a rush to get home to a loved one.
Or maybe they have to make it to an important business meeting. I like to think that someone needs them to be there. They're needed and loved, something I can't quite relate to.
I look over at Ricky. He griping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white.
”Do you wanna talk now?”
”...”
Silence.
”Ricky please, it's been a least eight hours now and I know you're tired. Pull over and let me drive.”
He keeps his eyes on the road.
”No, I'm fine.”
His body language says otherwise. I sink down in my seat.
”Whatever.”
I continue to look out the car window.
The little clock on the radio reads 3:27 a.m.
'How long does he plan on driving and where the hell are we?'
”Well if you want to drive this long I might as well stay up with you.”
His eye twitches a little,
”Fine,”
He quickly glances at me,
”Pass me that water bottle.”
I look in the cup holder and grab the water. I go to twist the top off but something's off, it has a strange smell.
”Uh, are you sure this is water?”
”Why wouldn't it be?”
I smell it again,
”Yeah, there's no way i'm letting you drink this.”
I roll down my window and try to pour it out.
”Don't.”
I look at him, his eyes are dead and his face is showing no kind of emotion at all.
”Roll it back up.”
I do as i'm told.
”Good girl. Now drink it.”
”But-”
”I said, drink it.”
He doesn't yell at me but I wish he had. That way i'd know that he still has some kind of feelings. But he didn't, he commanded me to do it, like I was a dog.
My hand shakes as I put bring the bottle to my lips.
”Drink all of it.”
I chug the liquid down. It burns my throat and makes my eyes water.
When I finish I toss the bottle on the floor of the car.
”That's a good girl. Now just sit back and let it kick in.”
”Let what kick in?”
My head is spinning,
”What did...you...”
I can't finish my sentence. Whatever was in that bottle had already taken effect on me.
***
'Ah, my head is killing me.'
I look around and see that i'm in a bed.
”What the...”
I cautiously get out of the small bed. I seem to be in some kind of wooden cabin.
The small bag I had packed is sitting nearby on a desk and my sword placed beside it.
A small window of light coming from under the door grabs my attention. I make my way towards the opposite side of the room and open the door.
”So i'm right. This is a cabin.”
A wave of comfort washes over me as I take in the smell of wood.
The front door swings open and Ricky walks in.
”Well well, look who's up.”
He walks towards me and reaches for my arm but I flinch.
”Where are we and w-what did you make me drink?”
His eyes are soft,
”Why'd you flinch like that? Are you scared?”
He takes one step forward and I take one back,
”N-no, can you just tell me what's going on?”
'Am I afraid of him? Is this fear? If so, why do I enjoy it?”
”I had to get out of the mansion,”
He sits on the couch,
”That call was used to track your location. I suspect the girl you talked to the other day wants you out of the picture because she's planning something.”