Page 27 of Pushed Through The Dark
The car jostled around as he climbed in the front and started the engine. "So," he said, "Tell me, minx, what did you do in your former life?"
Like I'm going to tell you.
"It doesn't matter, does it?"
"Why wouldn't it matter?" he asked.
"Because I'm not that person anymore."
Koa started to back the vehicle out of the garage as the door lifted behind us, letting in a rush of light.
"You might not feel the same, but it doesn't mean who you were is totally gone."
You have no idea what I've been through.The thought is loud in my head, but I stayed quiet. He could never understand what it felt like to be me. He was on the opposing end of torture.
Koa reached forward, putting on music, more of the same classical music I heard in the kitchen.
Crossing my arms over each other, I looked out the window and tried to make mental notes of the things I saw. We drove through a small town, where I see a bakery, a grocery store, and a coffee shop. Places I could try to get to if I ever broke free.
We merged onto a highway, and all of a sudden everything looked the same. Cars are passing by, cars with people. So many people.
Get their attention!The voice screamed in my head.
Glancing at Koa, he was facing forward, his eyes set on the road. His head was swaying to the music, fingers tapping the steering wheel.
Nibbling on my lip, I waited anxiously for the perfect moment. There was some traffic coming up ahead, so he started to slow down, coming to a rolling stop.
Now!
"Hey! Help me!" I screamed as I slammed my hands on the window over and over. "Over here! Help me!" Turning my open hands into fists, I pounded one after the other against the glass.
Koa started to chuckle, looking back at me through the mirror. "It's useless, they can't hear you."
Growling, I grabbed the handle and yanked on it. Tugging and pulling, I tore at the door, and punched the window, until sweat was pouring down my temples, and my knuckles were swollen and raw. My chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could hardly breathe.
"Are you done?" he asked as he hit the gas and we started to move again.
Throwing my body back against the seat, I veered my stare. "I hate you." I was seething. Anger and rage were all I could see. "I fucking hate you."
"I know you do, little minx." He smiled as he talked, his eyes almost delighted by my failed escape. "So, how about this, how about you put that hate in the right place. Leave it with the man who did this to you."
"You did this to me!"
"That's where you're wrong. Virgo did this to you, I just made a purchase."
Through clenched teeth, I snapped, "Are you fucking happy with yourself? Are you happy you bought a woman? Are you proud of the man you are?"
"I am actually."
"You're a fucking monster."
"That's where you're wrong. I'm not. You'll see who I am soon, and when you do, you won't see a monster."
Lurching forward, I was ready to jump in the front seat, and tear his fucking head off. But I never got the chance. A glass barricade lifted between us, blocking me, and stranding me in the backseat.
Sitting alone didn't change how I felt. The anger was boiling, and I was unleashing it all at once. Using my feet, I kicked the glass window as hard as I could. Throwing my shoulder against it, I cried out in rage.
I spent far too long just letting shit happen. I was done. It was time to fight. To truly fight until I couldn't fight anymore.
