Author's Note: Hey there. This is my first fanfiction. Reviews and ideas are always welcomed. Sorry that my English is not good, it is not my native language. Hope you guys will enjoy! Naya's POV.

It was raining like hell that day.

I don't know why but I have always liked the rainy weather. It might be because I'm not a blissful person myself. I have always identified myself with the summer rain. Once the clouds pour their guts out, they calm down and the sun is out there again. Rain clouds perfectly describe my personality. Stormy and wrecking, but after everything goes out of the system, it is bright again.

However, it was not summer and this was not the type of rain I liked. It was more just of a "quarter-to-hurricane" sort of one. I had to run to my car on my high heels and not only I have stepped into a puddle while doing it, but also made the puddle water get me soaked. There wasn't an inch of my body that did not get wet.

Frustrated and cursing, I got in my car and buckled up. I inserted the key and turned it over. The engine roared. I took a look at the panel, there was still enough gas to get me home. I wasn't in a hurry and I was really upset about the thing that just happened. I sighed and put my head on the steering wheel for a moment, trying to calm myself down in order to be able to drive.

Just as I went blank, I heard the passenger door being opened. First I thought it was someone who was trying to sell something to me, or it was an acquaintance who had seen my car and wanted to surprise me, but I saw an unfamiliar blonde girl who was even more soaked than I was.

She basicly threw herself into the passenger seat and slammed the door as if she was starring in an action movie. For a moment I looked at her awaiting for an explanation. Maybe she was just confused and got on the wrong car. As I was thinking all these things within a fraction of a second, the blonde looked at me and I was taken away from my own thoughts by her scream.

"Go! Go! Just start driving the damn car, go!"

Any other person would have just kept staring at her and demand an explanation, maybe even kick her out of the car, or pull out a taser or a pepper spray from her purse but I was stunned. I was no other person, so, I have to admit it was not a sensible thing to do but I stepped on the gas pedal as hard as I could and heard the wheels squeek with an awful noise.

I was trying to avoid looking at the blonde and waiting for further instructions. Was I getting kidnapped? I was terrified. I waited for a few more seconds but she kept her silence. I took a peek at her with the corner of my eye as I tried to read her face.

The silence made me uncomfortable, she got into my car, ordered me to drive and said nothing else. I was really scared of what would happen next. So I decided to break the silence.

"Where are we going?" I tried to sound as angry and badass as I could, sort of trying to send the message that I wasn't an easy bite or a mild person. She could not just order me to do stuff. I was no hostage. I tried to sound like I'm in control but I think that ship had sailed a while ago.

"I don't know, just keep driving please. Don't stop."

Huh. It was interesting. There was no sight of the cocky little blonde who got into my car earlier, she actually sounded confused. I was still worried though. I held the steering wheel with both of my hands and looked nowhere but the road ahead of me as I started to speed up.

"Can you just slow down a bit?"
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked with a blunt voice.

"What?"
"Did you rob a bank or something?" I was even going faster.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
"Answer my fucking question!"
"No!"
"No to the bank robbing or no to answering my questions?"
"My god! Are you insane?"
"I should ask you the same thing!" I yelled and looked at her. She was clenching to the side of the door very tightly.

I lost the control of the car for a second because I was looking at her but then pulled it together again. Luckily I was already away from the crowded streets and was on the highway and the road was pretty empty. For god's sakes, I had only got my license a few months ago. I could not even park my car properly.

"Are you a criminal? Is the FBI looking for you?"
"No!"
"What are you then, a serial rapist?"
"Don't flatter yourself, please. Just slow the fuck down!"
"I swear to god if I don't have proper answers to my questions in a minute, I will drive this fucking car to the roadblocks and it will the over for both of us!"
"Please don't kill me, please I beg you.. I am not a bad person, I was helpless, I did not know what to do.. I was.." she started crying all of a sudden.

What the -?

"I was.. I w-w-was.." She was sobbing uncontrollably.

I did not understand a single word she said. She kept on talking and talking but she was crying at the same time. I slowed down a bit, so that I could look at her without worrying about crushing into anything. There she was, next to me. Blonde. With long legs. She was wearing a mini skirt. So mini that she might be easily confused with a prostitute. She could be one as well. Or she could be a mental patient out of the hospital with psychotic thoughts in her head. With that outfit? Okay, let's just cross this out of the list. She could still slaughter me. She might be an axe-murderer and I have realized that it was not such a good idea to get out to the empty road. She was not looking dangerous though or she was not carrying anything that looked like a weapon. Her wet long hair was all messed up. Dirt and stains all over her shirt.

"Someone was following me.." She finally said. I was dying to understand everything because this stress and unclearness was driving me crazy. I did not say anything which I hoped that it would encourage her to talk more. She was still sobbing like an insane person rocking back and forth with her arms crossed. As if she was in some sort of a trance. I could understand that she was trying to gather her thoughts.

"I, uhm.. It is all just nothing.. It's like I have this hole in my head it hurts so bad.. Nothing.. There is nothing.."

I looked at her once more and it was the first time that my eyes met with her blue ones. She kinda looked as terrified as I was but I was still pretty sceptical, I had seen enough horror movies. I was trying to decide whether she was a threat to me or not. Well, she looked innocent. What if I have pulled over? Was she acting with all the innocence? Because if she was, she was really good at it.

"Okay lady. Please kindly explain to me once more, but make more sense this time." I was still trying to keep my tough voice.
"I was walking, - god my head hurts - I was just, on the street and I heard noises and there was someone.. I.. think that I hit my head somewhere.."

I looked at her again, saw a redness on her blonde hair. She was bleeding.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I.. I, uhm.. I woke up in the middle of a room.. With mirrors everywhere. I didn't know where I was. My head was pounding.. I got out, started walking and there was someone.. He was following me so I.. started running, he was running too.. I saw your car.. I jumped in.."

"I'm sorry, but that does not still explain everything."
"Look, I don't know much either okay? Trust me, I am much more freaked out then you are right now."

I sighed again and looked at her for a brief moment. I had millions and millions of questions wandering in my head.

"Okay then. Where do you want me to leave you off?"

She held her head as if it hurt when she was thinking. She started stuttering again and could not utter a sensible word.

I had been driving for almost an hour now. The signal came indicating the fuel was nearly finished.

"We need to stop and get some fuel from somewhere.." She just nodded.

I drove through the city. It was much brighter now and much more crowded. I couldn't help myself but to feel a little relieved. Even if she was faking with her story, I didn't think that she was a person who would attack me in the middle of the city with people surrounding us. What the hell. I was not really caring about anything at that moment anymore.

I stopped the car and put my head on the steering wheel again. I was trying to digest the last one hour. The horror. The stress that I was in. Also the danger, which I can still be in. I felt like if I could just woke up and go back to the place where I have started, it would all be better. I wanted to forget her presence for a moment. Hoped that I was just dreaming. I slowly turned my head towards my right and saw the blonde, staring at me. Fuck.

I got out of the car and started walking towards the cafe/bar that I parked in front of. She just kept staring at me as I walked by. I waited for her to follow me or at least leave the car but she was not moving at all. So I went near the car again and opened the door.

"Are you gonna stay there?"
"Where are we?"
"Uh, a bar?"
"What are we going to do? Why did you take me here?"
"Well, I'm sorry?" I said in a sarcastic way, "But I just want to forget all the stress that you put me in for the last previous hour. As if driving in this weather is not a trauma for me by itself. So lady, you in or out?"

She kept looking at me like I was talking in a foreign language.

"I think you're out either way. C'mon. Get out of my car." She looked at me all freaked out. She stumbled for a second while getting out. I slammed the door, locked the car and held her hand to shake it.

"Hi there. " I said sarcastically. "Nice to meet you. I had such a blast, thank you. It was really a pleasure. Have a wonderful life. I hope we never see each other again." I raised my voice again "Goodbye!"

I started walking towards to door of the cafe. Hoping that she would just disappear.