He kept driving. And
driving. And driving.
"You seem silent."
I did not respond. I had the bloody
right to be depressed. He turned to me then and said,
"Ryne?" he tried
again. "Hey, I thought I was the deaf one." I ignored him. His face
and stance looked tired all of a sudden. He reverted his eyes back to the road
"I had to do that you
know. Those people earlier could come back and finish you off. That's how they
found you at the mall."
"Oh
please. By my cheap cell phone?"
"They're keeping track
of you. They trace your calls and messages. If you call someone now or vice
versa they can find you and finish their job." Then I looked at my
sneakers and saw the bloodstains of the dead man's feet at the sides.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do they keep of track
of me? Why do they want to kill me?"
He said with an apologetic
tone, "I can't answer that one. I'm sorry." At least he was being
decent now. I f you can call being handcuffed to your own seat decent. A
wonderful idea started popping in my mind.
"Uh, Sky? Sky's your
name right?"
He looked at me weirdly.
"Of course it is. What do you want?"
"I have a uh, sort of
proposal for you."
He looked incredulous.
"You want to marry me?"
WHAT?!
"What?! No!"
"But you just said -
"
"I have a proposition
for you. Get it, British boy?"
He deflated. "Oh. I'm
sorry. So, you were saying?"
I tried to erase the look on
my face as much as possible and said, "How about I ask you questions -
" He tried to interrupt me but I cut him off.
"Will you please just
let me finish? I ask you then you answer selected ones. Just the ones you're
allowed to. Frankly, I don't know if this makes any help, but whatever."
His eyes were back on the
road, but I could tell he was considering it. This is strange, I thought. Screw
people who scream when being kidnapped, i just proved them wrong. I almost
grinned at the thought. Your ego's being
a bastard again, I reminded myself. To keep myself sane, I followed his
gaze out to the window. We were just passing through the borderline of the
city, then I had a flash of what I was leaving behind - Anderson High, my home,
Corky, even the Terminator. Professor Harp. And Carsh.
A pang of hurt made its way
to me. I hadn't noticed that I've been too distracted with my thoughts when Sky
said,
"Okay. I'll do it. But
only three questions for now. After that, you're going to have to take a
nap."
I don't know much about
kidnapping, but I'm pretty sure that the kidnappers shouldn't give a damn about
their captives sleeping habits.
"Why are you so weird
for a kidnapper?"
"That's question number
one. Okay then - "
"No, no, no! Scratch
that. That wasn't even a real question - "
"Technically, it is.
But if you say so." he shrugged. I knew nobody can be perfect. In spite of his almost god-worthy looks,
he's as annoying as hell. I racked my brain for a question that he would most
likely answer.
"You work for another
person, don't you? That's why you..." I forced the words out of my mouth,
though I would never ever repeat it again, "saved
me from them, right?"
"Yes," After all
the effort I just put into the question, he answers with one syllable. Just
nice. I thought about his answer and found it wasn't so surprising. But, God.
Who would do that? This is insanity. Then a troubling name crossed my mind.
Cavanagh.
I turned to Sky.
"Cavanagh. Tell me something about Cavanagh." As soon as I mentioned
the name, he tensed. I knew what he would say before the words were even out of
his lips.
"Not that one, choose
another question."
Darn it. I straightened my
glasses. Then a memory came rushing back to me.
"The gun?" He chuckled. "Yeah,
that one you're not supposed to know that I'm not I'm keeping an eye on you. So
yeah. I denied it. You did tell the cops, though" He chuckled again.
"It's not funny." I shot him a disgusted
look. "I had to do something. For all I know, you're having a killing
spree every night." he looked away from me at that comment.
I had an uneasy feeling at
my spine. I meant that as a joke. He wasn't actually doing it, right?
"Last question?"
"Last one? Ever?"
"Don't be
ridiculous." He said as I yawned. I blurted out the next question from my
mouth, tiredly.
"How did you know where
to find me? Are you tracing my calls, too?" He looked offended at that.
"I don't use dirty
talents like that" he said, his nose wrinkled.
"I followed you out of
the school in the first place. Actually, I follow you around a lot. You went to
the bookstore earlier and - OH. That
reminds me." He started grabbing something from the backseat and handed it
over to me.
My
books.
I looked at him. Such an
impossible puzzle to solve. One second he was being an asshole, then the next,
I have no idea.
"How did - "
"Enough questions. The
deal was three, right? I don’t mean to offend you but, but you look like a
zombie at the moment. You should get some sleep, we're still a bit far off,
anyway."
As he talked, I felt my body
obeying his voice, I'm really ready to crash but I made an effort to stay up
one more second. “Dash?"
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