Chapter 4

"Could I have the keys?" Abby asked innocent sounding outside, ignoring that her father was peeking out the curtains after them.

"You don't think I let you drive my car?" Christian said with poise.

"You're still not..." Sooner than she could finish the sentence he shoved her out the way on his way to the steering wheel.

It will not be easy, Abby thought. She knew this act, he was the old Christian, the one known to her.

"Screw it, who cares," he settled it as he started the engine, "are you coming or not?" He put the gear box in drive, and floored it out the street, not really caring if Abby had managed to put her seatbelt on or not.

"You have a passenger in your car, lost some blood and you're just steering past some clubs that emanate drunk people staggering to the road at this time of the night," Abby stated with a calm voice.

"Why did you come if you don't like it? For the ride?" Christian smirked his double meaning smile at her.

"To stop you doing crazy things like this?"

"Who are you? My guardian angel?"

"Maybe."

"Ah like you do angel with natural disasters."

"Yes and..." Abby was stopped mid-sentence as she had the instinct to brace herself. But before she could actually touch anything, her seatbelt kept her back. "I would've flied out the window if I didn't have this on!" She reproached him.

"Lucky for you sweetheart. Do I look like a fucking damsel in distress?" Christian

screamed full force.

"Yes," she dared to say, still annoyed over the previous manoeuvre.

"Get out!" He opened the door for her.

"But..."

"Just get out!"

Abby had no choice. Fortunately they were still in the night club area where several cabs were waiting for drunken customers. She jumped into the first one she saw, "hi! Follow that car!" She addressed the driver, "the one that's just turned to the left over there," she pointed.

"Are you sure? It's gonna cost you, he's driving fast," the young driver winked at her, obviously in the mood for some little chase.

"I stand all costs, including any trouble the police would cause you, now or using an eventual speed camera," Abby assured him and they were off.

Christian enjoyed the drive in town, where all his senses and all his attention was absorbed by looking out for other cars, lamp posts and speed bumps. It was good, because he didn't have to think in the meantime, but the moment he reached the empty freeway the ride became just another crazy drive, pointless, just like the one before on the way here. So he stopped on the side of the road as before. His hands were heavy from the tiredness as he needed to keep them up on the steering wheel and his whole brain was a muddle of confusion. So many things swirling around in his head that it made it feel blank as no logical thought could get through. As if he was dead. Yes, he thought, he was certainly dead. He was never alive, his life had never had any meaning. He was staring ahead with his mind reeling with the realisation when somebody stepped to his window, knocking on it. The police must've got him for his crazy driving. But no, it was Abby. How did she followed him, he didn't understand because he didn't give it enough thought. He couldn't, why should he? Nothing made sense and nothing mattered. Where could he go from here?

He didn't oppose when Abby opened the door and slid next to him to the passenger seat. Something told him her life was just as warped as his was, well, apart from the fact Abby said that herself in his office. Maybe she could help him. He exhausted every other possibility. This time, he was ready to give in. If she was gonna help him, by offering herself again or any other way, he will let her. There was nothing else left to do.

tbc