Chapter 4

• Chapter 4
• "Having fun in New York?" She asks me not looking away from her phone.
• "Yes." I reply to her when it's obvious I'm lying. Ever since we moved in, I haven't step out of the house. I'm always indoors, taking my medicine and possibly reading. There wasn't much to do around here and I'm not in any social media community like Leslie.
• "It's nice. I can't wait to resume college." I roll my eyes and continue tapping absently on the counter.
• "Ariel, what are you doing?" Mom asks standing right at the kitchen door.
• "Nothing." I reply flatly.
• "Have you been taking your medications?" She asks like she cared. Maybe she cares about the money she paid the therapist.
• "Yes."
• "Yes? And yet your pills still occupied this bottle." She yells raising the bottle. For once Leslie looked up from her phone and turns to look at mom.
• "I..." I stutter. I've been skipping that one. The nurse says it depresses my brain tumor and I hate to think I have one.
• "I what? What's wrong with you? You went out there and slept with your boyfriend and then you started faking illness. Are you even aware I spent a lot of money on you after the nonsense you did. We're skipping therapy in New York cause you don't deserve it."
• "Mom."
• "Shut up. Dirty little whore." That's it. Without another word, I'm already crying.
• "Yeah go on and cry. I hope you don't mess around in New York." She scoffs and throws my pills at me before departing the kitchen.
• "Ooops." Leslie scoffs and looks down on her phone.
• I lift myself off the chair and walk out of the kitchen still crying. I continuously cried and smack the wall like it's behind every of my pain. Without thinking twice, I slip out of my sweat pants and put on black jeans and baggy sweaters. It's a bit cold out there. I pick my car key from the nightstand and storm out of the room.
• I ignite the engine and drive onto the main road. I don't even know where I'm going, I don't care cause I wanna be far from my parents. I didn't check the time so i really didn't know how long I've been driving. For once I stop driving and halt beside a road. It's empty and peaceful just like my neighborhood. I lean against the seat and decide not to cry again. I can never be happy again. Freddie took it away the day he took advantage of me.
• A cold air jolts me out of my thoughts as I turn to my side. A stranger is seated right next to me in my car as he shuts the door. It's a guy, not just a guy but a really tempting man. Wait did I just call someone tempting.
• "What are you doing? Who are you?" I stutter.
• "What! I just need a ride. You won't turn a stranger down right?" He asks with a smirk.
• "I'm sorry, you should leave my car."
• "Car?" He asks and I'm startled.
• "Yes my car."
• He blinks his eyes and looks around my car. Dad gifted this to me when i was 17.
• "I only see a box." He scoffs and fastens his seat belt.
• "I'm gonna call the cops if you don't leave my car." I yell at this stranger.
• He surprisingly stretches his phone to me with his cute smirk? Wait cute? God Ariel.
• "You might wanna use my phone to call the cops. Maybe yours is down." What a prick.
• I blink my eyes as my mouth gape at his figure. What type of man oppressed a girl because he's... At that minute, I took him in. He's cute, yes I said cute. His grey eyes was out of explanation, they are taunting and taming. I noticed his jawline and a little Arabic neck tattoo. Oh he has tattoos. My eyes scan his face to his arm and I could see his inked arm from the sleeves of his black hoodie. He has tattoos there too. He's like a God. But seriously, was I really checking him out? One minute ago I was depressed and now I'm stuck with a total breath taking stranger in my car. I'm not usually the girl who has time to admire people especially when I'm from a Christian family.
• "Stop checking me out and please drive, Tinkerbell."
• I couldn't make out words and this wasn't likely me. My eyes were already fix on his. It travel down his face and his ruby lips twitches as he smirks. Knowing fully well I was just checking him out.
• Whoa Ariel breathe. I can do this without embarrassing myself with just his sight. Words can't describe him but I'm sure he's illegal and bad news.
• I'm never making heaven again.
• "Stop checking me out and please drive, Tinkerbell." He says with so much sarcasm and a really cute British accent.
• "I can't drive a total stranger. I don't even know who you're."
• "Snow White please drive." he whines tiredly.
• He's bad without being told. I mean he has tattoos and he looks really bad in a cute way though. What if he has something bad install for me. Hell no, I'm the driver and I'm in charge of the wheel. But he's a man and he can easily oppress me. I look at him and his eyes meet mine. I gulp, scared to death and look away. I hope I don't go to hell because of this stranger.
• "Ariel stop talking and drive this cute stranger." That's my sub consciousness. She's really different from me.
• I heave a deep breath and take the wheel. I don't even know where he's going and he didn't bother to tell me. I decide to ask.
• "Where am I supposed to take you to?" He doesn't reply but looks at me with his index finger on his lips. Alright he's intimidating.
• "What are you doing?" He asks after the long silence. This time it is an American accent. Why's he changing his accent? I swear it's disturbing.
• "What am I doing?"
• "I'm asking."
• "I'm driving Mr. stranger." I sigh and for once I regretted I'm not this type of girl who's aggressive and stubborn.
• "Pull over." He says with so much order.
• "What!"
• "Tinkerbell, can you please pull over?"
• "Why should I do that? I thought..." Without completing the word, my passenger already pulls the brake. I breathe in and out and look at him. Did he want to kill me?
• "Let's swap seats. I'm driving this time." He says with his grey eyes not leaving mine. Wait, did I talk about his hair? Uhh...
• "I can't let you drive my car." I fire. He undid his seatbelt and looks at me.
• "I'm waiting."
• "I won't let you drive my car."
• "This is not even a car. It's a box." He says with his British accent and I hated that it carries sarcasm.