Bad or good decisions

The longer we drove, the more tired we were. The bunker was further than we thought. We had no other choice but to look for the nearest bunker. It was bunker 7. It was the nearest, we had no other place to go. I tried to take over the wheel, I could not stand Edward's eye bags. He insisted to drive. Well, I reluctantly sat back down. He was so stubborn.

"Edward, please," I begged for the last time.

Edward peeked at me through the rear mirror. A small gentle smile stretched over his face. It only made me frustrated. I peeked out over at the window. The scenery were gorgeous. It was literally what people described as 'picture-perfect'. However, I could not appreciate it for long, the windows must be closed due to safety reasons.

I was about to finally relax. However, I started to catch weird scents. First was fear and then anger and rage. at first I did not bother much. It could be just other drivers that were driving past us. The roads were a conduit of anger. Well, was it that shocking? We were literally in the city of Melbourne. And then I smelt it. Citrus cologne.

Chester.

I looked over to Edward through the rear mirror. Well, looks like we were both aware. We looked over at one another.

"Shit." Edward muttered under his breath when a gunshot was heard.

"Keep driving love," I said out loud to allow them to hear.

At least it will throw them off guard for a little while. The smell of anger only got stronger. It was like a suffocating smell, a poison gas. It just vibrated through the air and came towards me strangling with all its strength.

I quietly accepted it. The car swerved from left to right, it was not helping my case here. Gunshots were like the only thing I could hear. Again, did not help. Both of us were alert with the crazy adrenaline rush, flowing into us like as if we had just taken a medication.

I took m gun once more and then I heard it. Police sirens. I knew we were safe. All we had to do now was act like we were not being chased. We did not want anything to do with the police. I doubted that those maniacs were going to tell them that they were chasing after us.

'Oh yea, we were chasing after them, the white cara.' Yea it sounds stupid, alright?

I knew they would shut up. It would only cause them more issues. Both of us calmed down a whole lot more. Well, we were safe now, that was all I know.

"How long more is the ride to the next gas station?" He finally spoke after driving just far enough to be away from them.

I checked my map as I listened to the songs on the radio to keep my heart rate low enough to be a normal person.

"5 or 10 more," I answered, voice shaking madly.

I knew we should not stop there, however, it was getting so dark. I knew that we might have to crash there. We had not other choice.

"It's alright, we will crash there, they should have been caught already." I voiced up.

"No." He answered.

"Where do we crash at then?" I asked.

He stayed silent. That was not good. It probably only meant that he was going to do something stupid. I trusted him, I really did. However, right now I was on the line in between trust and doing the right thing.

"Edward," I used a sterner tone, it usually wavered him quite a fair bit.

It did not work.

"Edward, I trust you." I spoke again.

It only released a sigh out of him.

"For the love of god, Edward," I spoke once more.

My agitation was quite loud, considering that we just nearly escaped death, he was not helping one bit.

"Trusting me is one thing, allowing me to do what I might do next is another." He finally spoke.

Vague and mysterious. Anxiety just kept pilling up like crazy, I hated it.It was like placing a stone in a backpack. Do you know those types of backpacks for camping? It is trapped to your waist and all. Those kinds that spreads the weight to every inch of your body? Those kinds with a certain weight to it when empty?

it was like carrying that backpack, and some idiot keeps on pilling stones in, bit by bit. Pacing bottes of water in as well to piss you off. Using larger stones firs then smaller ones followed by gravel and water. Making every inch to allow the stones and water to sit on your back. With it's weight pressing onto every inch of your body like crazy.

Imagine that but the stones, water and gravel being the representative as my anxiety, fear and doubt.

He did not bother speaking. I chose to punish him for that. I did the same as him, I spoke nothing. Not even a single word. I suffered quietly, laying on the be, turned away from him. For every minute, a stone or a litre of anxiety was piled onto e. I was sure he knew of my problems, my anxiety. The smell of it must be strong enough for one from at least 6 miles to smell it.

Exaggeration aside, my whole body was trembling with fear.

He swerved his final turned. I knew he did. The car slowed down. I looked up to see something I wish I did not.

Memories came flushing into my mind. I could not believe what stood in front of me. I opened the other window curtain. It revealed something that has confirmed my suspicions.

"Edward, ou son of a bitch." I muttered under my breath.

He did not speak a single word and simply pulled over at the side of the huge road.

"We will have to change our license plate tomorrow," He spoke.

I replied nothing. I was still in utter shock. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he bring me here? i do not want to be here. I want to get out. Now.