Jen

"Why did you stop?" I blurt out when Rick stops the car, this was my first words after our little argument. His forehead wrinkle, that thin hairline between his eyebrows again. With a frustrated shake of his head, he got down from the car. Dammit, why everything is difficult around Rick.. I exhale an annoying breath.

Startling me, my door opens up, and frowning Rick stands above me holding the open car door. I stare him blankly, stubbornness in me doesn't allow me to step down before I get my answer.

"Why do you have to fight for each damn thing?" he squinted his eyes shooting me an angry glare.

"I am just asking, you have to answer me, politely" the last word I said with a pointed look, for a second we simply stare at each other until he scoffs.

"Well, a while ago you wanted water. Now you don't want to get down for it" he raised one of his brow, but the imperious gesture did not intimate me. To astound him, I flash him a grin, not a polite one for sure.

"Thank you, I would have appreciated more if you could have told me this nicely. Little niceness won't harm you" shut up Jen, you don't need to argue with him, this will take only an ugly turn. Hey, but I don't want to be that timid girl again...

"Niceness, that's Daniel's style which you adore in him most" Rick looks into my eyes with wrath blazing in his irises. I don't know how to respond to this, so being a wise person I decided to subside on his demand. I got down from the car, avoiding anybody touch with Rick, I passed through him, leading the way.

"I think we should eat here, this looks decent" Scanning the place I suggested Rick, anyway it's almost past 7 pm.

"So, now you are thinking" his croaky sarcastic arrogant reply really agitates me, but there's no meaning in wasting my energy on him. Saving my response, I start stretching my arms to relax my muscles, I hate long car traveling, my whole body aches in pain.

"Done, now can we go in?" Again, his angry voice startles me, why is he so angry? I look over him, but lighting his cigarette, he strode ahead of me without an ounce of regret.

I look around for a washroom, I need to get fresh then only I could stomach anything. Rick understood my dilemma, that's the only amazing thing between us, we understand each other's unsaid words...sometimes. He asked one of the attendees about the washroom, he showed us the direction with his hand. Before I could walk towards the washroom, we saw a girl coming out adjusting her skirt which only covered her private part. Then a guy came out of the same direction, he smacks on her lower back, winking at her. They both shared a naughty smile then walked to a different direction, I felt my face heat up with awkwardness as I thought what they are and what they did in the washroom.

I don't know what to do, but I really want to get fresh, so no choice left. Before I move ahead, Rick took my hand in his, pulling me towards the reception.

"We need a room, could you help us" The man on the reception was nice enough to suggest to us the next corner motel.

This time I didn't object, actually I feel thankful to him for being thoughtful. No offense, but I didn't want to wash my hand where somebody just release their cum..

The room is small but nice, you cannot expect a luxurious room in the mid of the highway and it is just to freshen up. Without wasting my time, I saw my needs. When I came out of the room, I saw Rick sitting in the middle of the bed, smoking his cigarette. Something is switched off about him, he is bottling up his feelings.

I freeze at my place, watching him. The next instant, his eyes landed on me, I took a deep breath, willing myself to sink as he caught me staring him. His blue eyes bored into mine, his eyes hold a number of emotions which I couldn't understand. In silence, he stood and without saying a word went to the bathroom. I exhale the nervous breath, I don't know how to be with him. God, this is just a start, I am losing my sense already.

A knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts, and I welcome the interruption. To my amazement, it was food. It smells good and my stomach growled.

I placed the food on the table, my eyes lighten watching my favorite spaghetti with meatballs. Rick came out, but instead of sitting, he headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"Out" that was a brilliant reply.

"You are not eating?" Stop it already Jen, he turns his head over me with a look, a look which says do you care? I withdraw my eyes from him..

"How far is your place? We need to start moving" With a straight face I told him.

He sighed in annoyance and shot me a disgruntled look "We are staying here for the night" he replied.

"Why?" Rick looks so tired of my questions, I feel offended.

"Jen, its night alright, it won't be safe for driving" again there's logic in his words, we could have saved this question-answer round, if he would have told me first.

"Then you should have at least booked two rooms." I don't know, why I am so talking, maybe I am nervous.

Rick laughed, a terrible laugh, making me nauseous. "Jen, we are heading for a purpose, not one day but for a month we are going to share the bed and here you are making an issue for a night" disappointed with his sternness, I shook my head.

"Why are you so angry? If we are going to spend a month together, at least we can be a little cordial." I don't want to be quiet about his rude behavior, I am not here to be dominated by him.

"I am not angry" He groaned as he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, you are!" I shout back.

"You are angry because Mrs. Karen slapped you, isn't it?" I stood at my place, folding my arms against my breast, giving him a knowing look. Rick move over me, his gaze trapping mine, I inhaled sharply.

"You really asking for it?" he asked with a smirk, biting his lower lip as it pleased him. "Would you be disappointed if I say, none of you matters to me except the child I want from you" that's too crude, his words hit me like a kick in the gut, and I feel somewhat deflated.

Rick leaned down until his lips close to my ear. For a second, I thought he might bite me, which by the way is totally never going to happen. But, he didn't bite me. All he did, was a whisper in my ear, and those words are enough to make my blood run cold.

"Don't overestimate this situation, it is just a business to me, her words and for the matter, your words too, doesn't hurt me at all" His face is mottled with rage, his eyes bloodshot and bitter. He flashed a witty smile. I wanted to throw some hurtful words on him, but he stopped me.

"Shhh" his finger gently touches the side of my face, stroking my hair, completely ignoring the fact that his action only making me uncomfortable. He stands too close to me and stares me in a weird way, his gaze focused intensely on me.

"Stop getting on my nerves for you own good sake" A clear warning visible in his croaky voice. I took a brief breath when he turned his back on me. Flushed and hurt with his words, I did what I always do, I retaliate.

"Yes, I forgot, to feel anything you have to be human, right?" I exclaimed with disgust, my head is exploding. My cheeks are burning and my eyes are stinging with angry tears. How he always seemed to find a way to humiliate me? I hate him, I hate him so much. I prepared myself for his violent reaction but instead, Rick slammed the door with a loud bang, I hissed angrily beneath my breath.

With Rick, I feel like I am losing my mind. I place my face deep within the pillow and the screams violently exit my mouth. These screams are my frustration from the years of my desperation. Only God knows the suffering that I have unfortunately become accustomed to. My head is spinning and my stomach is hurting with hungry growls, wiping my tears I took my plate and start eating. I gobble the food down so fast, I almost choke a couple of times. I emptied the bowl, not wanting to save food for him. Go die with hunger.

I will never let him got to me, if he wants to act vivid then let him be. After eating, I made my bed, anxiously I glanced out, nothing can be seen. Its too dark and that dark send the chills and goosebumps up my spine. I closed the window covering the curtain over it. I didn't carry my clothes bag with me while leaving his car, now I have nothing comfortable to wear in the night. I am too terrified to even take a shower in the bathroom, this secluded place really making me frightened.

Curling up on my bed, I pulled the duvet over my head in the hope that I would quickly sleep but my heart beats manically. I hate the darkness, though my lights still on I feel creepy dark surrounded by me. I know even if I sleep, my nightmare would wake me soon. My body shudders with anticipation of something evil, I despise such a situation. Tear covered my pillows as I squeezed my eyes shut so tight that they hurt. The thud of my heart pounding and the heat of my breath made me feel panicky and hot. Why I am so afraid of night? I couldn't sleep alone, besides those few days I spent with Rick while working on the project. God, I need my medicines, fuck that are inside the car. After a while, I managed a conversation with myself about not being so pathetic. You are strong Jen, you are...But the impact of those words had the opposite effect, I started sobbing, pitying myself. I couldn't sleep without medicine, pathetic, yes that I became. I will never have that simple sleep of the night without fearing about my nightmares.

It is probably a good thing I am alone but how I wished Rick could be here with me, I felt a bit silly. I am still under the duvet counting the numbers, lost the track of my count, and repeated again to invite the sleep in my eyes, then I heard doorknob moving and felt my breathing stopped. I couldn't dare to move out of the safety of my blanket until it all went away. I panted heavily.

"You ok?" And that familiar voice is enough to relax my nerves. He removes the cover from my head, I sniff the alcohol. Strangely, I don't feel afraid.

"Your eyes are puffy" he scrunches his face accusingly, like it's my fault.

"I am good Rick" Averting my eyes from him, I lied.

"No, you are not. Stop, lying to me." He whined, he wipes the tear strain from my face, his touch is gentle and in his touch, I could feel his heart. We both locked our eyes as his thumb gently wipe away my tears.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to stay out that long" Rick slowly mumbles with a sorry voice. I want to hide again under the duvet as I realized he noticed my panic.

"I just needed a fresh air, this all is too exhausting" he is trying to give his reason, this situation is exhausting for him, seriously? Actually, you wanted a fresh body to relive yourself, of course, that, right. I didn't utter a word, I moved away from his touch.

"I am glad you got your fresh air" sarcastically, I replied. His eyes instantly burn with rage.

"I just had few drinks" he defended, he doesn't have to.

"Yeah, I am trying to sleep, can I?" I snapped. He nods his head in defeat, he looks aloof and absent mind.

"Me, that side," he asked gently, like a stupid question, if I am sleeping this side, that means another side is his..

While walking he stumbled and fell with a thud on the floor, I gasped. Rushing towards him, I tried to help him.

"I'm fine, I don't need your help" He is rambling drunk, no, he is stumbling drunk.

He pushed me away from him, his eyes are blank, and his breathing is not normal. Drink never had this effect on him.

"You look so pale, what you had?" Instead of answering me, he half-smiled.

"Why do you care for Monster? If you won't stop, I might feel you have a soft corner for me" My mouth fell open, his smirk widens on my reaction. My hands instantly detached from him, he smiles back with the hurt in his eyes.

"I am a piece of shit" he laughs bitterly, his eyes blazed with unsteady emotions. It was not a slap, but Mrs. Karen words hit him badly.

"A piece of shit who doesn't deserve anything, so back off" He yelled while trying to get on his feet. Again that deep pain of his reached to me and my eyes are transfixed on him. He struggles on his legs, taking a cautious step he reached to the other side of the bed. Removing his shoes, he lay on his side, looking to the ceiling.

Not knowing what to do, I walked to my side. There is a noticeable distance in between us, not only the bed but between us, two individuals, who were one once. I couldn't see him like this, I could bare his rudeness but not his vulnerability. How can my heart feel his pain and hate him so passionately at the same time, it seems he is the only one who can bring all emotions in me. My heart could feel, whether its pain or love, when it comes to him. My heart only knows him, only him.

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