His Obsession

30: blood splatters

Blue and red lights reflect around us as Ryder's face switches to his emotionless mask, refusing to show the stress I know he is feeling. The panic I feel on the other hand is expressed as my eyes go wide, mouth dropping open.

My heart feels as if it is being squeezed to death, ready to cease function. This cannot be happening. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply, silently praying the lights are a hallucination, yet I open my eyes, seeing it is real.

I'm about to question what we should do when my back slams against the seat from the force of the car flying forward at deadly speeds.

"Hold on."

I don't need to be told twice, gripping onto the handle above me, I attempt to not be thrown around from the way he is driving. I watch the speed rise, hitting one hundred, while he weaves in and out of cars, his eyes focused on the road like a hawk.

"Reach under the seat. There's a bag under there."

Following his orders, I reach underneath me, feeling around until my hand connects with the strap of a bag, I tug it forward, surprised at the weight. What could he have in here?

"Open it. Pull out the pieces."

Again, doing as told, I unzip the bag, freezing when I see a massive gun that I have never seen before. When did he get this? What kind of gun even is this? It's huge, broken down into different parts. I knew he liked weapons, but he mainly used knifes, only having guns in case of emergencies.

Pulling out the pieces, his knees go up, steering the wheel with them, he grabs the pieces from me, snapping them into place, assembling the gun in less than a minute, while I stare at him in shock. This is a side of him I have never seen before. I am in disbelief. I seem to always learn new things about this man. He always has some surprise up his sleeve.

Placing the gun across his lap, his hand goes back on the steering wheel, weaving through the cars that honk angrily at us. I look behind us, seeing the cop car is trailing us, knowing they have definitely called for backup. If we don't lose them soon there is no chance of escaping.

"Brace yourself."

He demands, barely giving me seconds to do that before the car makes a sharp turn, sending us off the main road, as my body flies into the door. Pain erupts through my side, not having time to pay attention to it as he makes another sharp turn, sending me flying into him. His eyes dart to the mirror, seeing the cop still behind us, his face twists in rage.

"FUCK!"

He shouts, slamming his fists against the steering wheel until his knuckles bust open. More turns are made until we enter an empty street, surrounded by collapsing houses. Ryder again tells me to brace myself as he goes to make a sharp turn, but instead of switching streets the car turns facing the cop.

The cop turned too quick, attempting to follow us his car spun out of control, crashing into a nearby telephone pole. Not wanting to risk it, Ryder shoots at the cops vehicle, spraying it with dozens of bullets before he whips the car around, taking off down different streets.

A nervous laugh begins bubbling up, trying to contain it as I sit there stunned. I am starting to think I'm asleep. Maybe I passed out. This is too surreal. This feels like some cheesy action movie.

I must have started dissociating at that point since the next thing I remember is being ripped from the car, and thrown into a new one. Looking around confused I see the car we were just in discarded in the street, turning to Ryder his hands are covered in blood, keys slipping as he sloppily shoves them into the ignition, before peeling out.

Ryder is frantic, heavily breathing, mumbling to himself as he swerves in and out of different streets. He's seemingly evaded the police but I know it isn't for long. They will eventually catch up. The fear inside me is growing, coupled with feeling absolutely useless. There's nothing I can do in this situation to help.

We drive for miles undetected until he pulls onto a random street, eyeing all the homes. He picks a house, parking in the driveway, telling me to follow, we exit the car. The home looks empty, I doubt anyone has lived here for years. We make our way into the backyard, as he smashes the glass window near the door, unlocking it, we step inside.

He grabs me, telling me to stay close as he starts checking the house, making sure we are alone. All is going well until we reach the last room. The door creaks open, revealing what looks to be a homeless man asleep in his sleeping bag. Ryder aims the gun, blowing the man's brains out without a second thought. Blood splatters against the wall, brains leaking out of his skull, while I stand there frozen.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me out the corpses room, bringing us into a new bedroom. Slamming the door shut, he holes us inside. He doesn't look at me once we're locked in, shoving past me, he stands in front the window, keeping watch. Sitting on the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest, I cradle myself, trying to process the events that have taken place.

I can't seem to wrap my mind around the change of events, what is to come, what will we do if they show up here. I know staying on the road wasn't a good idea, but I can't help feeling we are trapped. If they surround the house there is nowhere for us to run. Tears begin leaking down my face as the stress suffocates me. It doesn't take long before I am completely broken down, sobbing. My lungs are restricted, desperate for air, my head pounding.

Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his body around my own. A sense of relief fills me, his presence bringing a sense of safety. I have to believe in him. I have to trust he will keep us safe for my own sanity. If worst comes to worst, we will kill ourselves together in this house. He promised we would die together before being separated. I have to trust he meant that cause I cannot live without him. My life has zero meaning without this man.

End Of Chapter Thirty

Author's Note:
Sorry for another rushed, short chapter. The writers block on this story is killing me, causing my writing to suffer. This book will most likely be coming to an end soon.