In the Streets
I was frightened, scared, exhausted, in pain...pick any adjective and that's how one would describe my state of mind. I held onto Riley the best I could and he didn't let go for a minute. "Can you please tell me why are you doing this?"
"What am I doing?" he asked coolly as if he's making a conversation over a cup of coffee.
"Seriously?! You don't see what's wrong with this picture?" I asked through my clenched jaw, my facial muscles were tensed.
"When will you learn to stop asking questions Ariana?"
"Not until I get an answer to why I'm being kidnapped from the hospital by an undead being."
That struck a nerve because Riley looked at me and stopped at a park bench and set me down...his eyes were dark with a menacing scowl and he raised his hand...I cower a bit and closed my eyes, waiting for him to hit me. I waited for the sting but it never came. I half-opened my eyes; "What? If you want to hit me, go ahead" I hissed but his face didn't flinch except he lowered his hand.
"No, I wouldn't hit you...even though you irritate me"
"Hmph...if I irritate you so much, then take me back to the hospital, so that way you won't have to deal with me."
" I can't do that, you don't belong there."
"That's quite contradicting, I irritate you and yet you refused to take me back, why?"
"That's none of your concern." Riley answered in a flat tone...yeah, like that would scare me into silence.
"I'm not going to stop asking until I get my answer."
"Then, brace yourself for disappointment because I'm not telling."