Novelas y relatos de The Back Seat

The girl I knew as Lizzie sat in the back of the car beside another huge man, slightly smaller than Baron with thick blonde hair and glasses, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realise this must be Lizzie’s mate and also, Baron’s Beta. Baron and I sat in the middle row of seats, they were a black leather with white detailing, I hadn’t been in many different cars in my lifetime especially, one such as this! I sat in the old beaten up pickup that we use to head to the town a couple of times, the seats were majorly uncomfortable with most of the stuffing seemed to have disappeared and the sound of the loud and rattling engine caused ringing in your ears for hours to come but this, these seats

Questions that I’m not ready to answer. And maybe I never will be. To my surprise, Arthur has a kids’ car seat in the back of his car. It still has a tag on it. “You just bought this?” I ask, glancing up at him as Miles climbs in.

he whispered, pointing to the corner. The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of 4 seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle. As we walked up the steps, I felt my son's hand on my back again, this time the bottom of his fingers holding my ass as he pushed me up the steps. I ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats. We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start. The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and I leaned into my son's chest, getting comfortable.

"Get in." When he saw me staring at the cushion, he frowned impatiently. "Lina has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back." Sit in the back. I was his mate. I took a deep breath and shook my head. "No thanks. I'm not going that way." Lina immediately reached for her seatbelt. "Selina, are you mad about the seat? I'll get out." Kyle put a hand on her arm and looked coldly at me. "Fine, if you're not going our way. Let's go."

He opens the back door of his cruiser and guides me inside. The backseat of a police car is cramped and utilitarian, hard plastic seats designed for criminals, not comfort. But right now, with him climbing in after me, it feels like the most private space in the world. He pulls the door shut behind us, sealing us in together, and suddenly the flashing lights outside seem very far away.

i said touching her very small bump. "If Jawad annoys you don't forget I'm just a call away" Khalid exclaimed while giving Jawad a side look. "Sure" my lips form a smile. "Safe trip, may Allah protect you" Aunt Fatima prayed. "Ameen" We all said. The driver placed our luggage in the booth, I sat at the left while Jawad sat at the right end. An awkward silence fell on us, the only sound is the one coming from the engine roaring to life, taking a glance at the house which is now few miles away from us i suddenly felt empty.

But that was just for the front. The back of this car totally resembled a limo. The seats were arranged in a form of a 'U' shape, two rows of seats facing each other and a section like a mini sofa joining the rows on the left side, meaning that there was only one door to the right. The place where the left door should have been was replaced with the mini sofa beige leather seat. I also caught two small screens fixed into the right side of the car, and from the way Daryl stared at the back of my head, I'm guessing there was a screen behind my seat too. Although, the drivers seat had none.

This is the plan. The vehicle is standing in the wrong direction in which we should be heading, which means, we need to make a turn. Second… The vehicle is filled with hunting equipment on the backseat, which means, we need to clear the back before we can get in… Third… The vehicle is definitely too small for all of us, which means, well, we are either sitting on top of each other or somebody is getting in the back… But… That is full of a whole bunch of other hunter crap, which means, this is going to be one tight and bumpy ride…

He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears. He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him. A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat

Sighing, I put my sunglasses on and got back in the car. Pulling back out on the road, the music was low as I drove back to the house. Home. Every time I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw the two car seats, and it made me smile.