"please just let me out." i scream
"no chance." the driver says
"you don't want me. go get some pretty skinny girl." i say
"you're very pretty." he replies
"oh my god just open the fucking doors." i say
"you aren't doing that again." he says
"what?" i ask
"nothing." he says
"how did you know about that?" i ask
"i don't know what you're talking about." he says
"how did you know i've already jumped out of a car." i repeat, "who the fuck are you?"
"can't hear you." he says turning the radio up really loud
i lean forward as far as my seatbelt would let me and i grab his neck.
"i'm driving!?" he says
i turn his face towards me and lift off his mask.
"phil?"
"hi." he says
"why the hell are you kidnapping me." i say sitting back
"i ain't kidnapping you." he says
"so where are you taking me." i say
"away." he says
"more detail?" i ask
"my house." he says
"i don't want to go to your house." i say
"wow thanks." he says
"what about you?" i ask
"what you think i'm gonna take you all the way there then come all the way back, i'm staying." phil says
"football?" i say
"doesn't matter." he says
"i thought you loved football, it was your life." i say
"i love you." he says giving me butterflies
"i haven't forgiven you, just saying." i say
"we can change that." he says "now why not you hop in the front."
phil pulls over on the side of the road and he lets me out the car, i open the passenger door and get in.
"fuck i've missed being this close to you." he says
"your own fault." i say
"it wasn't all-." he says before i give him a death stare, "okay it's all my fault."
"there we go."
phil starts driving again and we sit in silence until i see his hand come of the gear stick, he moves it over to me and puts it on my belly. if it was anywhere else, i would of removed it. but it's his baby too.
he doesn't move his hand again till we're off the motorway.
"phil." i say
"what's that darlin." he replies
"i know you love me, but football's your career. they need you." i say
"but you're my life." he says
"you need to stop doing that." i say
"doing what?" he asks
"trying to have a proper conversation and giving me butterflies half way through." i explain
"giving you butterflies hey." he says laughing, "one step closer."
"we're not one step closer, you've still got a whole lot of apoligisng to do. i can't believe i'm sat in the same car as you after what you did to me." i say
"i'm sorry." he says
"not enough, you realise i was losing myself, i hated myself, i didn't know who i was anymore." i say
"can we not get deep right now? i'm trying to concentrate." he says
"it isn't deep, i'm just telling you how you made me feel." i say
"i don't know what else you want me to say y/n, i'm sorry." he says
i sit back in my chair and look out the side window.
"not long." he says
"how far?" i ask
"like another hour." phil says, "which gives us time to talk."
"i don't want to talk." i say
"tough, you're stuck in the car with me now so you kind of have to deal with it." he says
"god." i say
"we both know you love it." he says
"phil." i say, "i really don't."
"you love me." he says
"i do." i say
"so if you love me, why can't we go back." he says
"because this will happen again, i'm not just going to forgive you because i love you." i say
"can you atleast try?" he asks me
"we'll see." i say, "i think we've done enough talking."
i grab my phone out of my pocket and see a load of messages from maya again.
*the messages*
maya: girl u still coming?
maya: it says you're driving
maya: y/n i told you to turn that car around
maya: answer me
me: i'm in the car
maya: what did we talk about
me: i'm not going to yours
maya: where then?
me: phil's...
maya: please don't tell me you forgave him after i spent ages convincing you that you shouldn't
me: i haven't forgiven him and it's a long story. he dressed up at first so i didn't realise it was him, until we started talking and he knew about me jumping out of dad's car. i pulled his mask off and saw him
maya: how the hell did you not notice it was him before?? you dated him
me: i wasn't concentrating on who the driver was
maya: so you're going to live with him
me: i guess, but don't worry. i'll make him apoligise till he regrets it so bad
maya: okay...
me: i'll tell you when i arrive
*end of messages
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