It All Started With a Diary

fighting it|part 2

My stomach fell at the thought of another girl. Kade did have a reputation for a reason; every girl at school made sure to comment on it whenever they saw him. I wouldn't even know how to confront it or him, if that was the case. We weren't officially together, at least I didn't think. But no one said or done the things we had to each other without there being some type of something. I just didn't know what it was.

I crept to the shut door, leaning in to to listen. It was hard to decipher since I only heard things along the words of—

"I can't..."

"Tell them I'll do it later..."

"Not right now..."

"I'm busy..."

His voice wasn't sneaky or furtive, just heavily frustrated. I figured it had something to do with what Luke told me about the cars.

Hurriedly, I returned to my same spot without sitting.I leaned back against the bed, awaiting the phone call to end. I thought of ways I could get input about his lifestyle, but my ideas were cut short as he walked out with a slam of the bathroom door.

I raised an eyebrow at his tense expression. "Kade—" I began.

"Get your things," he commanded.

My eyebrows scurried closer to one another in confusion. "W-what?"

"Kimberly—" he began to snap before squeezing his eyes shut, and opening them up again. This time, there was no frustration or agitation, just nothing. "Just come on, I'm taking you home."

His words were honeyed by a soft tone, but I had been around him enough to know that his words were only angry.

My insecurities began to kick me in the stomach. I was beyond bemired; he was just an entirely different person, but now he was...this He didn't want me here any longer, but for what reason?

Instead of arguing, I grabbed the very little things I had brung and opened his door. His family was long gone, and it was only the two of us in the house now.

The drive home was quiet, far too quiet for my liking. Usually our silence drifted through the car swiftly and smoothly, but today it hit as many bumps as he was driving over, only causing tension.

We reached my house, though I still sat in his seat. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No."

I raised an eyebrow to him as the agitation bit at me. "Then why are you acting like I did?"

"You didn't do anything, I just...fuck," he ground out, shoving a hand through his hair as he attempted to get his words together.

Fine. If he wanted to pretend, then I could do the same. "I'll just go," I mumbled, placing my hand on the door handle.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, not looking at me.

I turned back to him, confused. "About what?"

His eyes remained shut before he sighed. "Close the door, and don't make me change my mind," he mumbled, placing a hand on the wheel.

My curiosity was leaking through the roof, so despite him and his hardened attitude, I did that. I sat back, not saying a word as he began to pull out of my driveway again.

As confused as I was, I wanted to see what he called normal. I wanted to know what the other side of his life was about, and as scary as it seemed, this looked to be the only way how.

The ride was long. I didn't know where we were headed, but it seemed to be away from town. And, that only increased my skepticism.

As the car began to pull to a stop, I glanced around me. We looked to be in a parking garage. The place was dark, but it began to brighten up as more cars spilled into the space.

My heartbeat increased as I saw the other cars begin to pull up next to us. They were new models, ones that surely didn't belong here.

I stared closely at one of the vehicles next to Kade's car. I froze as a large, muscular man turned his head to us, followed by a sick grin.

I turned back to face Kade, who was already staring at me.

Slowly, I gathered the courage to ask, "What is this place?"

Kade shook his head as he saw the steady tremble of my hands. "You wanted to see my lifestyle, sweetheart. Here we are."