"Turn left...good." Martina orders the driver but my mind is not even here. I just want to finish this and get out of here.
I've been checking my phone the whole time which really was just twenty minutes, the twenty minutes felt like two hours, I guess when the lives of the people you love are in danger and there's basically nothing you can do about it, time doesn't seem to move.
The car stops and I look outside the window to see where we are.
A graveyard.
Seriously?
"We are here." She says and the driver walks out to open the door for her.
"A grave yard Martina, really?"
"Just trust me." She says and gets out.
Trusting her is the last thing I'll ever do in my life. The driver makes to open the door for me but I beat him at it. I'm not used to the luxuries.
I check my phone one mo
