18. Away from home

Chloe's pov

Cherry suddenly made a stop at the middle of the road. My thoughts had been jumbled for the past hour or so as she drove us, to no where specifically.

It was infuriating to see her give me one of those looks that says, 'seriously chloe?'

"Just drive cherry." I stated grumpily banging my head on the back of my seat as I sank lower, physically frustrated.

"No, I'm not driving anymore." She flipped her neatly manicured nails infront of her then turned to look at me. "Not unless you tell me where to. I can't keep driving around as if we are on some shitty road trip, Who does that?" She raised her well plucked eyebrow quizzically. "Wake up, we aren't in movies where an heartbroken girl stops a taxi and tells the driver just drive so that she'll get away from her boyfriend, no way, we're in Bronx ting ting."

Indeed, who does that?

I shrugged and suddenly saw her pulling the car to the roadside.

"I know how you must be feeling. I swear I know." She pats me on my upper shoulder li