I was confused for a while. My mind kept running wild, trying to figure out where exactly he could possibly be taking me. We were supposed to be leaving today. That was the plan. I had already accepted that the trip was over, and honestly, I was more than ready to get back to Los Angeles and pretend none of this had happened.
But now, suddenly, he wanted to take me somewhere. Where? Why? To get punished? And why couldn't he simply tell me? I looked at him, clearly frightened by how casually he had said it. “Um… where are we going exactly?”
He didn't answer just simply stood up.
The movement alone made me instinctively stagger backward a little.
He looked at me for only a second before turning away. “We're leaving in five minutes. Get ready.” And just like that, he walked away.
I stare
