"What are you doing?" Constrained fire can be seen flashing behind that stern gaze.
"Buckle up." That said, he drives out into the night in a speed that's dangerous.
Holy crap.
Is he trying to get the both of us killed? He's driving in a speed that's going to attract the cops. And to top it all of, it's dark outside. is this how I die?
No.
I shouldn't be thinking this way. But my current situation isn't really encouraging me to to think positively.
I blink my eyes with fright bubbling within me.
He's gone crazy hasn't he?
I still want to live for crying out loud.
"S-slow down."
Dang it. Even my voice sounds as if though I'm about to break out and get. It's comes out like a stutter rather than a firm demand.
I'm bracing for my life right now, clutching the strap of the belt.
