Can you real

f me. Why did my father have to sire

o try me?"

ast one. I don't even know what he thinks he is doing by caging m

mp right into the car, discharging th

e and closes the door for me. As if he can

into the car, slamming behind the wheel rou

se, will you?!" I say this

o be gentle. Will y

hings hanging back in the office, and I need to get them all done by the end of this day. And I ha

o forget everything for today. You a

e something on the plane that got him high or

ll do you me

portant, then we proceed home f

jerk has been back for a few minutes now, and he is already controlling me like I am his puppet. Wh

ave a cake sampling, which I canceled because of you. I messed up my schedule so much by coming to pick you up. Just don't

this whole wedding sh*t?" He as

my throat, my eyes b

ding a shit? And just why does he sound like he k

realizing that all that shit he just puked was absolutely unnec

else. "Sorry. We will just check something out real quick, and then you can go back to your schedule," he explains, and w

n destination safe and sound because the way this be

otel that seems to be in a secluded, if not deserted, area. The only thing that gives me hope that this weird beast has not kidnapped me to go ven

he same, I jump out, careful not to pump onto him. He is bleeding a stro

" I ask after clearing m

so weird. I stare back, challenging his dominant eyes. "You m

ead to let him know that I don't understand. In response, he grabs my hand, not in a way that can be termed gen

still interlocked, his perplexing words hanging like a crowd in

t to read is another weird sign exchange between him and the lady. Whatever thei

the unknown as I blindly march beside Joe. He seems well aware of what he is doing and the destination, and I am in utt

at a certain door. My he

this guy taking

g, does not allow me to speak, so he does it

is a matter of life and death. Just

I ask between heav

understand: a tight squeeze on my hand and a gentle nod of the head,

? Which