Taken

[7] Crying Is For Wimps

Justine

"There. You will not be going out with anyone often, but when you do, you'll look like this every time. Understand?" I nod my head, flinging my wig with me. X nods once and narrow his eyes at me.

"Turn around." I furrow my brows in confusion and he yells loudly at me.

"NOW!" I jump and turn, breathing erratically. I hear him rustling through things and then I feel his hands on the wig. He pulls and rugs then breathes out.

"Aight, let's go." His hand grabs my wrist and he drags me out of his room. We walk down the stairs and outside. I cringe from the feeling of fresh air and he laughs.

"Aw, we haven't had you that long. Miss the outside world?" I glare at him and he just still laughs.

"Come on, lighten up girl." I roll my eyes at him.

"I will when you do." He stops laughing and stares at me seriously.

"Aight." We get to a car and he opens up the passenger door for me. I get in and he closes it, going on his side and sliding in. I blink rapidly.

"Wait, what?" He starts the car and takes off.

"I said aight. I'll try to lighten up, just for today." He speaks calmly and I breathe out relieved.

"O-Okay."

"You're really scared of me, aren't you?" He smirks and I nod, he pressed his lips in a thin line. The ride is silent and I get confused when he jumps on the highway. I stare at him.

"Where are you going? The mall is like 10 minutes from my house." I frown and he laughs, looking over at me.

"In case you haven't noticed, you haven't been home in three days." I raise a brow and he continues.

"But we're going to a mall out far, just in case." He finishes and I roll my eyes and he laugh.

"You have an eye problem or some shit? Cause I'll fix it for you if they roll one more time." He glances back at the road.

So much for the lightening up deal.

"Why are you-" X holds in a laugh.

"Why am I what?"

"Such a-"

"Such a what?" He smirks and I shriek.

"STOP INTERRUPTING ME!" He glances over at me.

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"You're such an ASSHOLE!" He whips his whole head towards me and glares.

"What the fuck did you call me?" I feel my face heat up from anger and I throw my hands up angrily.

"I called you an asshole. An asshole. Two syllables! Ass and hole!" I clap twice. His jaw flexes hard as he continues driving.

I know I should probably stop talking now, but I can't.

I reach over to the steering wheel and bang my hand against the horn.

"ASSHOLE! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!" Cars around us pass by and honk back.

"Justine! Knock it the fuck off!" X shoots me daggers and grabs my hand. I snatch my hand away and scream loudly at him.

"NO!"

"THAT'S FUCKING IT!" He swerves the car and I get thrown against the door. X growls, pulling over on the side of the road and cutting the engine. He hops out the car, quickly coming to my side. I cringe away from him and he flings my door open grabbing my arm.