you're mine

Chapter 11

Emily

When we left jerry, my stomach turned. I wasn't sure if it was for being alone with Luca or just because I like jerry. This whole situation has my head scrambled, resembling the eggs I digested this morning.

I am not sure what Luca wants with me, but I know it cant be good. Soon, he will stop being so nice with me, once he has worked out what makes me weak.

But Luca isn't the only one that has me confused in this situation. I am also confused by my own actions. Why are my emotions so Janus-faced with him. Under no circumstances do I like him or feel any empathy toward him; so why am I not more scared.

I keep forcing myself to feel it; fear. But the feeling only comes and goes. Almost like I forget how I ended up here with him.

Thoughts keep swimming around my mind, saying: "What is he capable of?" " Why haven't my parents found me yet?" "Is he going to kill me?"

I know the answer to the first question, but I wont let it enter my mind. It scares me too much to think about it, Because when I do, the graphic image of those people in the parking lot take over any previous thoughts.

"What thoughts have got you so lost in them?" Luca speaks.

"Why are you always so interested in my thoughts? Are you really that paranoid?"

The boy gives me a cold look that sends goosebumps down my arms.

"Not paranoid, just interested in my girl." He quickly replies with a smirk.

"Where are we going? Do you even know where we are?" I raise a brow.

"Lets play a game." Luca avoids the question.

"No! I don't want to play more of your stupid games that you don't even now the rules to. And you want to know why? Because no one likes you enough to play them." As the words leave my mouth, regret runs through my veins, almost completely replacing my blood.

Deathly silence fills the car, making it hard to breathe.

"How about never have I ever? Minus the drinking." He winks. "Never have I ever been in a car crash."

"I have not been in a car crash, no." I flash a sarcastic smile his way then return my gaze to the window on my right.

"Do you want to be?" Luca speeds up the car, going passed the speed limit.

"What are you doing? Slow down!" My eyes frantically dart back and forth from him and the road ahead.

"Why? Are you scared?" The speed only increases as seconds pass.

"No, no! But just think... you could get st-stopped! By police!" I shout. "And if they see me, you will go to jail for kidnapping."

Luca contemplates my words for a moment, finally slowing down the car.

Automatically, tears for in my eyes. "What is wrong with you?" I whisper.

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"Clearly something is. Maybe all the times your dad hit you in the head, he messed something up in there."

In less then a second, the car swerves to the side of the road, causing me to bang my head on the side window.

"You don't know what the fuck youre talking about so don't. You should be so goddamn lucky I am being nice to you! Because it takes me seconds to change my mind." Luca yells in my face. "But don't think for a second, that the next time you talk like that about things you don't understand, I wont carve out your tongue and sew your lips together, because I will." For some reason, he whispers that part, which only makes me believe him more.

Once hew steadies his breath, he leans back over into his previous position and drives off.

"You can't expect this to be easy for me." My voice is smooth, trying to not push anymore buttons than I already have.

"Why not? I am being nice to you. I am giving you somewhere to sleep, I'm giving you food, entertainment."

"I didn't ask for any of that."

"Well you have it."

..

It has almost been four hours since someone last spoke.in the time that no one spoke, I felt bad for what I said, And then I shouted at myself, in my mind. I hate feeling bad for everything I do, but I cant help it.

I am not sure why I feel the need to do it, its something I have always done. Maybe it is all the years of feeling sorry for my brother, even after what he done. I don't feel as though that was my fault, I blame my parents.

I have always felt the need to meet their standards of the 'perfect' daughter. I have always wondered if Benjamin felt that way also, or if the pressure to be perfect was on me because of what he did. I also assumed they just didn't want to fail me, like they did with him. But the possibility of the other theory being the truth still floated around my mind from time to time.

After hours of driving, for some reason I'm sure, we pulled into a field.

The sun is setting and the trees around us appear as a golden colour rather than their average green and brown.

When I look at Luca, the sun casts an outline on his features, making them look more prominent. His nose is large, with a high nose bridge, his lips are plump and paler than most, and his eyes are an icey blue, although in this lighting they appear green. Only now do I notice how all of his features compliment one another, with his defined jaw bringing it all together.

The car stops.

"Why are we stopping?" My voice is shaky from a mix of not speaking in a while and being afraid.

"I want to show you something." His hand reaches over the door handle, pulling on it, As he does, fresh air fills my nose, I can't help but take a deep breath.

Once he starts walking away from the car, I get out and follow him.

"Where are you going?" I frown at his back.

"Just up here." He shouts back toward me, turning his head slightly.

My legs carry me up the steep hill, Half way up I see Luca stop at the top, looking at something. It is almost hard for me to see with the sun staring at us. Once I get to the top, I look in front of us and see a small house in the distance.

"What is that?" Once again, my face turns into a frown due to the confusion.

"Its my house. Or at least it was when I was ten." And before I can comprehend his words, the boy is walking over to the small house. This time, I don't leave any time to fall behind.