Stella easily complies with my plot, we sit facing each other and hoping it will work out for us. I tug a strand of my hair disturbing my view behind my ear and send a faint reassuring smile to Stella.
"You're sure this is gonna work?" She aims to stabilize if we are dwelling on the right path.
I nod at her.
Soon, the truck halts, seconds aping farther, heavy footsteps clangs. I commit ears to the unstable heartbeat of Stella-
"Relax, Stella. It's gonna be fine." I say in a hushed tone, cooling her down, I feel skittish as well.
Ralph or Messiah verging upon us, shall amount to trouble.
Harley stands as their main target, even though I love my sister, I for one thing, not ready to be a sex object in a stranger's land.
All my life I never flake off Florida, born here, high school in Florida, and now a college in Florida.
I verbally school in Lynn, because it's my dream University. Thus, every other place is a stranger's land.
The clattering sound of the door opening seizes both our attention. Subsequently, we cast a knowing glance at each other.
The ferrous gate that blocks our freedom unbolts, the cylinders function as a barrier that avoids the outsider to see what on the inside.
An extinct hush envelops the truck, no locomotion. The door stays wide-open. What the hell is happening? I spare a look round the whole place.
Absolutely nothing can stand as a defending object, no fire extinguisher or mechanical tools, all I can see is the metallurgic used in columns and rows to swaddle to the whole place. It's a truck, so it's expected.
I grow worried about what the problem tends to be so I stand to my feet, with my body trembling in cold feet. An energetic force snags one of my legs, I look down and glare Stella. She shakes her head, disagreeing with my intent. I send her a questioning glare.
I wheeze, only to turn and meet the unexpected humongous phenomenal, I expect him.
I yield stiff, my breath responding in pit pat. The dangerous-looking guy in black leather apparel with black hair has his rifle loaded bullets point at me.
"Holy craps," I pant.
"Hola, de qué se trataba el ruido?" He queries, bobbing his head with the muzzle of the rifle cock at me.
It is a great thing that I'm able to interpret Spanish and right now, I guess he's asking about the noise, Stella and I made for the distraction purpose. "Uh, the noise, well... If that's what you dearth to know." I laugh absurdly, demurring if my aim will be effective.
"Is this a joke to you?" He asks, moving closer to me which allegedly prompts me to wend backward as the grin on my face drops.
"What're you driving at?" His English does not sound delectable coming out of his mouth, Spanish slick him.
Pérfecto!
"Driving? H-ow?" I stutter, throwing him an innocent stare.
My heart races in amiss, he acts like he stratagems our alternation. His eyes are sharp, carrying both of us along with him as he watches our movement.
"Answer me!"
"Okay!" I bellow back at him but in panic.
"I wanna use the comfort station," his brows channel in confusion, "um, the restroom." I clarify as my fingers lace and I rub them together to suppress the botch shooting out on my skin.
I cache my legs at a joint, giving a little shimmy to put up a show that I really need to go to the restroom. His raging black eyes skim me with his clenched jaw and his look shivering.
I bet if he may release his facial muscles and let the angles of his face settles, he will be damn worth of Theo James's look, except for his numerous piercings. After what seems like ages, he retreats moving away from me, not totally off.
"No, espera. We only have a few more minutes to the port."
"Wait, did you just mentioned port?" My eyes expand in amazement. This is actually getting more real than I'm ready to relish.
"Oh, forget it. I really need to use the restroom now, if you don't want me to demarcate this place gross."
"What now? Are you threatening me?" His brow crease in question. He moves closer again.
"Nope, it's called negotiation, negociación." I grin, so when he does not laugh back. I further, "Hey, see. I made a deal with me-, hmm, your boss. The guy with bleached hair...." I signal to him to give me the name, but he just stares at me as if I resemble some pallid spastic creature.
"I'm not gonna flee," I confirm to him and bribe him my best puppy eye. He has a quiet skeptical look on before he moves back. He looks down at Stella and back to me.
"Vámonos."
"Huh,"
"Or... do you want me to change my mind?"
"Uh, no, of course, no!"
With his eyes fixed on me, he motions me to go out. I look down at Stella and flag her a reassuring look. I hurry off getting to the doorstep, I realize I have no shoes on.
I look back at him, he is already behind me.
"What?"
I sigh and peep back outside, it's not all that deserted area, however, the street is bizarrely empty.
"Jump," I obey him and fling my body down, faithful enough, I debark dexterously. My feet burn as it touches the hot pavement.
Like a prisoner out of jail, the sun kisses my skin unfavorably. I gasp weakly, not enjoying the cramps. Man in black follow my suit, he's so damn lucky to be in boots. His black boots remind me of the solider in the 1900s.
"C'mon, let's go" he nudges at me.
I dare to glance back at the truck, it sure an extremely big one, design for passing goods has some artistic sketch on the body.
Man in black surprises me by lock the truck's double metallic door back. He will ruin our plan.
"Why are you booting up?"
He turns to me. The rifle is gone, he lifts his jacket showing me a small gun place inside his pants. I gulp. He pulls down and looks at me.
"Move."
I follow his order. The real fact is that I am not going to use the toilet, Stella in actual fact, supposes to flee while I find my own way but now, I don't think things will work out that way.
I tap slowly on the hot floor wondering why everywhere is so silent. Today is Val, everywhere is theoretically presume crowded in red and other shades of the day.
I wonder where this is, never have I cross this road before.
Soon we reach a gas station, someone is present, probably loading their tank. I feel a soft grip on my waist, I grimace at him with an inquisition look. He repels to utter a word, instead, he stalks after me to the gas station's washroom.
"You have five minutes" he pushes the door open and I look into the cranky place.