Sanctuary

Chapter Fifteen - Control.

(Picture is of Valientina!)

The amount of times I considered jumping out the car matched the amount of times my heart slammed itself against my chest.

I'd lost count.

We'd been riding on the freeway for nearly an hour and I hadn't even looked him in the eye. Not once. Not even for a single, solitary second.

That didn't prevent him from staring a hole in the side of my head and laughing occasionally. He was enjoying this and more importantly, he was awaiting the moment that I'd tell him to pull over so I could leave.

But I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

As if I wasn't about to give him another type of satisfaction.

I really needed to pull myself together. In a few minutes, we'd be arriving at our destination which for some odd reason was all the way in Cincinnati, according to the GPS on the dash.

"Sweet Carolineee," He was singing along with the radio when I finally came out of my long mental torture. "Oh woah, oh woahhhh."

I watched as he tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and swayed his shoulders. He glanced at me just as I'd looked at him and I immediately looked out the window again. I could hear him laugh but didn't dare to let my eyes drift over there again.

"Soooo, I'm curious..." He turned down the volume. "We've been driving for like fifty minutes and you don't have the slightest question about where we're going?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"Doesn't matter?" He chuckled. "You do realize that I could be taking you to like a slaughterhouse to sacrifice you or kill you or something, right?"

"Well that'd be better than where we're actually heading." I rolled my eyes and he put his hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged away.

"Look at me."

"I'd rather not."

"Blake, look at me."

"I said I'd rather not." I stayed true to that by keeping my eyes on the passing trees until they started coming further and further apart. That's when I realized that we weren't passing them anymore. "What are you doing?"

"We're not moving until you look at me." I heard him remove the keys from the engine. "I give you my word we won't."

I still refused.

"Come on, what is the big fucking deal with you?" He asked. "You make it like you're a virgin and I'm about to steal your virginity and pound your fucking walls in."

"This isn't about having sex." I shook my head.

"Then what is it about? What gives you the right to be doing something consensual and be such a bitch about it."

"Ha!" I looked at him then. "Consensual? You think this is consensual? No, Ambrose it's not. I would never have sex with you on my own account."

"A couple weeks ago you were about to," He teased. "Oh but I'm sorry, that's when you thought I had some emotional attachment for you, was that it? You thought I was the one?"

I laughed. "Oh believe me when I say you will never be anybody's one. You're one of those people who just don't have the ability to be legitimately loved by anyone."

His face hardened. "Watch your fucking mouth. Not all of us can have a rich father to be our hidden agenda for someone actually wanting to be with you."

"Excuse me?!"

"Your dad is like a piece of meat tied around your neck and the boys are the dogs. They want you for the same reason I want you. For your body and your status. I told you before that my interest in you is solely based on what we ourselves could become and who our children will become. That part wasn't made up."