Thirty one: The Unexpected Happening

Travis

The hum of the engine was the only thing keeping the silence from turning into a full-blown interrogation.

I kept my hands locked on the steering wheel, my knuckles tight.

I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and maybe knock Carlos to sleep too.

I keep getting this weird feeling and I don't like it.

Carlos sat in the passenger’s seat, leaning back, his eyes half-closed, looking for all the world like a man who had just begun to see the world for what it truly is.

“So…what is my uncle like?” He finally decided to break the lasting silence.

How I’d have loved to maintain that moment of silence.

“He’s good.” My voice sounded thin to my own ears. I knew I was definitely lying. I don't know anything about his uncle.

“You don't have to lie to me, I know who Dayton is.” He sounded boastful.

“You didn't have to ask if you knew him so well.”

Carlos grunted in response.

“Wait a sec, I haven't even seen what you look like?” He started while scrolling through his phone. “My uncle does have good taste though.”

“What—” my voice breaks in shock. Is this a family of gay now?

“Turn around, let me see you.” 

“Sir—” 

“That’s an order bitch!” He cussed, tossing his phone by his side and loosening his tie.

I could see him from the mirror above my head.

He unbuttoned his shirt.

I wonder what he's up to now? 

If I'm to guess, I'd say he's trying to have sex with me in this car.

 He didn't notice. Not yet.

I'm just Dayton's bodyguard.

Except I wasn't Dayton's bodyguard and I can't let him see my face.

“Should I repeat myself dude?” He ranted.

“Excuse me? Look, Carlos I'm driving and I have to focus on the road.”

“How dare you use my name? Who do you think you are?” I knew it, he was going to make a scene. Probably tell me to stop the car, get out and then he drives away.

“I’m sorry sir.” I muttered. I knew I had to apologize.

“I didn't quite hear you.” He grinned. Must be deriving pleasure in hearing me apologize.

“I said I'm sorry sir!” I had to louden my voice.

“Oh my goodness! Is that…uncle Dayton?”

“Shit!” I hit the gear, taking off with speed.

The thing I had feared has come upon me.

He was at the main gate, talking to the security.

I know very well that if I'm caught here, then there's no escape. It'll be the end of me. Not even Mr. Alvarez's obsession for my dick will be able to save me.

I can't… I can't be caught now. Not when I have proof of the location of this place.

All I had to do was get through the main security gate. 

 Honestly, I wish that freak never woke up.

Just the gate standing before the five hundred yards of creepy woods, a rusted guard shack, and the open road beyond.

I stormed out of the gate, not waiting to be checked or accessed by the security. I know Dayton would recognize his car, and there's no point denying it when Carlos was in the car.

The factory loomed behind us in the side mirrors, a massive, mechanical leviathan of black steel and yellow floodlights, breathing plumes of white steam into the cold midnight air. The stoney sand crunched under the heavy tires as I coasted down the woods.

Carlos kept looking back as though to confirm.

If there was anything to give a hint of, it was the boob on the man's chest.

Seriously though, not that I should care, but that man has both boobs and a dick.

“That’s my uncle right?” Carlos turned to me.

I gulped. 

Just act normal. I said to myself as though that would save me from what he already knows.

“Who are you?” He was interrogated.

I don't really have time for chit-chat right now.

I really have a hunch that those securities would be tracing me any minute. I have to get far into the woods and throw Carlos out.

“Wait. You're a kidnapper aren't you.”

“No.” I fired on, my eyes constantly looking at the side mirror to see if they're coming.

Carlos was staring at me now, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. The lazy, relaxed posture was instantly gone, replaced by the sharp, coiled tension of a predator sensing a shift in the air. “Really—-then who the fuck are you?” He stormed the question with a shivering voice, but his gaze unwavering.

Oh— 

Looks like someone is definitely afraid of being kidnapped.

He threw his tie around my neck and pinned it to the top of the chair.

My breath hitched in my chest, locking up my lungs entirely.

I knew I needed to get out else I'd be killed by the one person I hate.

I ran my hand to the back aiming to plug them into his eyes. It didn't work, but pinching him did.

His grip loosened a little bit, but not long enough.

I had to use the opportunity to spin the car around though, throwing him off balance.

Carlos chuckled, leaning against the door frame. 

He tried to open it, but then I spin the car again 

He came to my neck again. This time using his hands.

While struggling to get his grip off me and save my life. I had no idea we were running into a tree before us.

I don't have eyes on the road and neither do he.

I'm literally choking to death. 

The car lurch forward, crashing into the obstacle.

Carlos had a rough edge as he had no seatbelt on.

I watched him fly from the back, slamming through the partially broken glass and hitting his back on the wood.

Me on the other hand. My head was buried into this fluffy pillow that appeared over the wheels, immediately during the hit.

I could feel the blood that was once running through my veins stopped. I just froze there, unable to move.

I wonder if I'd survive this.