Black sleek car speeding down the highway. Inside: Millie, Chuck and an unnamed driver. Millie gripped the seatbelt she should be wearing in her hands. It was the only thing keeping her sane. Chuck had felt it fun to constantly hit her in the chest and stomach because her screams were deathly. He laughed every time and Millie had to keep herself under control. Next hit, she would surely hit him back.
“It’s Millie, right?” Chuck asked after another punch. She bent over in the backseat, feeling like she was about to puke. Afraid to open her mouth, she just pretended like Chuck hadn’t spoken.
The guy driving answered him. “Mhhm. Millie.”
“Shut up, Jackson. Wasn’t asking you.” Chuck snarled, turning to look at Millie as she sat up.
“Please.” She whispered. Oh how she hated begging. “Stop it.”
Chuck poked her in the ribs. “They’re not broken yet though.”
Jackson cut in, “Stop hurting her, Chuck. That’s not what Jared wanted you to do, idiot.”
“Hey, hey whatever. I could careless what Jared wants. This is about what I want right now.” He sounded like a little child whining to get their way.
“I swear if I wasn’t driving right now, Chuck. You’d be dead. Just ‘cuz you aren’t driving doesn’t mean you torment her.”
“Well, I’m still alive and I’m not driving. I’ll do what I want when I’m not behind the wheel. And lookie here! I’m not.”
During this petty argument, Millie took it upon herself to move as far as possible away from Chuck. She probably had several bruises coming along nicely now. Unfortunately, Chuck noticed her trying to sneak away. He grabbed her waist, pulling her into his lap.
“If you don’t get your hands off me—” Millie began and she froze as she felt Chuck’s lips against her ear, nibbling.
“And what will you do?” he taunted, growling in her ear as she shoved him hard. His grip loosened a little but not enough for her to get free.
“This.” She hissed, elbowing him in the stomach. He gasped in pain, letting go of her completely. She slid to the other side of the backseat.
“That wasn’t fair.” He whined and then laughed. “Just like this.” He lunged toward her but Jackson turned around to slug him. Skillfully, the car didn’t even swerve.
“Stop it.” Jackson said fiercely. Millie could tell by his tone that he was probably in charge of Chuck because Chuck slithered away from her and crossed his arms.
“You won’t tell him.” Chuck whispered to Jackson after a few minutes of silence.
“I will. Try me.” Jackson said as they pulled into a large circular driveway, one that Millie recognized.
The one from her nightmares.