8 Chapter 8 Hell

Hailey's POV

The car kept on moving. I stopped struggling to get out, which I did a lot in the start.

What will I do if I get out? Save Lisa, Sara, and Alex? Well, I know if I get out then they cannot be saved. Don't you think it's worthless?

I was sitting in the backseat and he was sitting in the driver's seat. He was in anger, his grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned white. I closed my eyes and let my tears flow. I didn't know what to do. My mind stops working whenever I'm in such a situation. By such a situation, I mean, that whenever I'm in trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted. Suddenly a cloth covered my mouth.

"What? Are these even rules, I mean you're just maid-zoning me!"

"That's on you, take whatever name you want, Corazon" he smirked at me. "You are my Corazon for me"

"And... Stop calling me that, please!"

"Why Corazon? I'll call you whatever I want" he said. "You don't have a fucking right to tell me that!!" he yelled suddenly.

What the hell is he? He has a really severe bipolar disease. "I... I... uh... oh... ok" I said. He smirked.

"And yes, CORAZON" he emphasized the word. "Don't you dare stutter from now on" and with that, he left the room.

I don't wanna say this but, Welcome to hell, Hailey.