Hazy Eyes

Scott’s car smelled of liquor and sex. My stomach clenched tight, threatening to empty all over his back seat, where I now was sprawled.

My head pounded against my skull, screaming to get away from it’s own existence. I ground my teeth together as another wave of nausea thundered through my body looking for an exit.

“Scott…Scott, I’m going to be s-sick,” I panted into the smooth black leather of his BMW. Scott said not a word. Within the minute, soothing feelings coursed through my veins, calming the storm raging inside of me.

I turned my cheek and rested it on the cool window, allowing the condensation to bead on my face. Trees, headlights, trees, headlights, trees….My vision swam before my eyes. Or was that just the rain?

Where the hell is he taking me?

“Back where you belong, sweets,” Scott purred. My fingers curled into my palms, forming cresent moon shapes in my skin as his voice reverberated through my brain.

I don’t belong with those…those…monsters.

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