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The boys had fallen asleep within fifteen minutes of being in the car. It was just a few minutes past eight. I kept my head down.
"BOY am I starving" Darren said as we drove through Downtown L.A.
I didn't say anything
"You must be hungry to, you puked up whatever you ate today" he laughed to himself. He tortured me mentally. Messing with my mind by taunting me with my weaknesses.
He got food at a drive thru. I wanted so desperately to call out for help when the people handed him the food, but I didn't. I grabbed my bag from the backseat. I had food in there. I had a leftover subway sandwich. I just threw whatever I had into that bag that wouldn't spoil. I ate in silence as he drove. I didn't even glance out the window. I wanted to make sure my sons were going to be ok.
I was getting tired now. I refused to sleep. Refused out of fear.
"We'll get there by tomorrow night" Darren said
"Why are you telling me?" I spat
"because sweetie…………that's how it works, life is tough, get over it" he said
About fifteen more minutes passed with silence. Darren glanced in the rearview mirror.
"Your sons……..they look so peaceful when they sleep" he smiled. I gave him a dirty look. "My daughter Kaitlyn—
"I don't give a fuck about your kid" I said
He just looked at me. He was surprised by what I said. It was weird, he threatens my life and my children's lives, but now he wants to tell me about his daughter? That is legit psychopathic behavior.
"You know, I've been thinking……….." he said putting his hand on my leg. I looked at his hand and then at him.
"We can start out new………….together, you owe it to me" he said rubbing my leg
"I don't owe you anything!" I spat
What a sick fuck. I was now beyond disgusted now.
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