The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 6: Blank spaces

He looks satisfied, "No it isn't...Miss Sylveste."
My last name rolls of his tongue.

"And what were your relations like with the deceased?" I elaborate on my previous question.
"I killed his wi-," I break his sentence before he could finish.
"THATS enough." I nervously chuckle.

I will be his next victim. I know it.

"You do realise with that I have no hope in saving you from yourself." I shake my head.

"I don't believe I need saving." He challenges me.

"No. Therapy. I think it's therapy that you need." I chuckle anxiously.

"And why do you say that?" He begs to differ.

"I mean don't murder me or anything but you seem a little...fucked up." I comment on his death jokes.

"We're all fucked up cara." (Dear). He enlightens me.

Well that's one thing I can agree with.

"You seem...lost?" He humours me.

"Yes because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I don't know how to be a lawyer, I'll end up telling the judge to go fuck herself or himself, you know depending on their gender." I ramble on.
"Yeah you seem pretty shit at it." He fuels my worry.

"Ok but you're a mysterious psychopath who has a killing kink." I challenge him.

"Right. Kinks." He diverts my attention.

"Clearly you have your priorities in check." I palm my head frustrated.
"Do you want me to walk you through how this works?" He raises his eyebrow at me.
"How many times have you been on trial to know how it works?"
Actually, I don't want that answer.

I check the time noticing it hand just gone 4pm.
I'd have to depart soon due to my new found plans with Sierra which consist of finding hot men at a club.
Her words, not mine. Though I won't complain.
His phone buzzes again, multiple times to the point where it can't be ignored. His eyes widen at the sight of what I'm guessing are serious messages.
"I need to go, we'll finish this tomorrow." He tells me whilst attending to his phone.
Tomorrow?
Oh god i have to see him again.

Picking up my phone, I call an Uber yet as soon as he hears that he snatches the phone violently out of my hands.

"Oh and a reminder, don't tell anyone where I live. Including Uber's. For your sake." He threatens me.
Well just how the fuck am I supposed to get home linguini?
"Marcello will drop you back." He leaves me with that before immediately exiting stressed and angry.

In conclusion, I've discovered him to be rather bipolar.

Silently, ok very loudly cursing him I fall back onto the bar stool waiting for the previous befriended Marcello to hurry up and escort me home.

Now that I think about it, my morals have evaporated on me. Today I will be getting in the car with two mysterious strangers, me not dying the first time was luck however this time it is pure stupidity.

Oh god I'm going to get kidnapped and shipped to a Mexican dessert.

Not too long after, Mar ,as he would prefer to be called walks in rather ecstatic.
I don't see why someone would need to be this happy.

He speaks before I can, "Just because I'm driving you home don't get the impression that I'm your bitch." He sulks.

"Shut up peasant, you don't get paid to talk." I sarcastically humour him.

I could tell that Damien is probably forcing him to do this so I could either make this painfully bad for him or make it the best few hours of his life.
I'd opt for a mixture of the two.