"So much for not causing any trouble." James barked, pressing his foot to the petal and gripping the steering wheel tightly.

A part of me felt guilty that I had put him in this position. Sure I was sacrificing my own life to try and prove a point that, in all fairness, might not even be proven, but what I hadn't considered was that if I didn't succeed, I was also sacrificing his life as well. He may have been an asshole, but I could see why. He had shown me kindness earlier, and now I felt as if I'd somehow betrayed him, this man who I didn't know at all, our lives were tied together now, and it was my job to save us both.

"Look." I sympathized. "I understand how you must be feeling right now, and I apologize for putting you in this position. But you have to believe me when I say I have my reasons." I sputter out, gripping the seat firmly for my life as we flew through traffic going at least 80.

James clenched his jaw in frustration, never taking his eyes off the road. There was a long pause as he thought over his words carefully.

"You have no idea how I'm feeling." He finally spoke, his voice icy and even. "But I do believe you when you say you have your reasons. I just think those reasons are shit." He took another long pause, as he tried reigning in his composure.

"I think your reasons are those of a spoiled brat with daddy issues who just wants a little extra attention from her mommy. So save me the semantics Princess." He finished, lingering on the last word bitterly.

"Don't ever call me that!" I snapped, the memory of Gato clouding my vision. James mistook the involuntary shiver that ran through my body as a sign of anger, that his words were actually working, and decided to continue.

"What's wrong? Hit a nerve?" He chastised.

I knew what he was doing, and I wasn't going to take the bait, or rather, I probably would but the sudden dizziness took me off guard.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, his tone and demeanor changing almost immediately.

"Nothing, nothing." I deflected, motioning him away. " Just keep driving."

James grumbled something incoherently under his breath and pressed harder on the gas petal, sending me flying into the passenger door as we turned a sharp curve.

"How are you feeling?" He pried once again, his eyes full of something resembling remorse rather than anger like they were a few moments ago.

"I don't know!" I answered truthfully. "Just go!"

That same moment a car came barreling out in front of us, causing James to momentarily lose control. He turned the wheel as hard as he could and slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop.

"That's it." He said, turning to face me. " We aren't going to make it in time, you need to throw them up now." He demanded, but I could see that unlike the first time we had this conversation, his voice sounded more fearful than anything, whether it was fear for his own life or mine I didn't know, but a small part of me hoped it was the latter.

"I said no." I pressed. "Now please, keep driving or I'll get out of this car and walk."

James slammed his hands on the wheel suddenly and let out a hiss through his tightly gritted teeth, before throwing the car back into drive.

"You can try to play this good girl routine all you want." He growled. "But the only thing you are is selfish."

His words took me a bit off guard, not because I felt they weren't true, but because they stung unexpectedly. I wasn't sure why it bothered me at all what this man thought of me, but somehow it did, and I didn't like it.

"You don't know anything about me." I said flatly. "So don't assume you do, because you have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to endure."

It took everything I had to hold the stinging tears back, and although I tried to regain my composure I could tell James had caught a glimpse of it.

He shifted a moment in his seat, rolling his shoulders that were covered with the dark leather of his jacket.

"We're here." He finally spoke, putting the car in park. "Hurry up."

We ran full speed through the crowded airport. James wasn't wasting anytime as he barreled through the crowd without any remorse for the people he plowed into, and it took everything I had to keep up with him. Finally we arrived at our destination. James hurriedly thrust both our fake passports at the clerk as I tried to gather myself.

"Whew." James let out a exhausted huff, putting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. "See, I told you we'd make it." He threw a fake smile at me, and then to the clerk.

"She's always so last minute." He laughed. I knew it was all just a show, but happiness sort of looked good on him. I rolled my eyes at myself and set my mind back on the task at hand.

"Uh, yeah." I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "I just never know what to wear." I shrugged.

James shook his head with a small smirk. "Women, am I right?" He jested to the clerk, who just gave a weary smile and motioned us through.

"Women?" I whispered disparagingly.

"Just shut up." He muttered back as the security officer checked us.

As soon as we were cleared, James grabbed my arm and drug me through the narrow hall. His pace was much faster than mine, however, causing me to stumble a few times along the way. Finally he stopped in front of a small supplies closet and threw me inside.

"Throw them up!" He demanded. "We're out of time."

Immediately I plunged my fingers down my throat, coaxing the vomit to rise. Finally after a few seconds of trying my stomach heaved and up came its contents.

James was immediately at the bags counting them out. "one, two...there's five so far, keep going."

I did what I was told and repeated the process once more.

"12." James declared. "Come on you can do it keep going."

Again.

"20. Come on just three more."

"No." I croaked out. My throat felt like I had swallowed a million needles by now and had begun to swell up. My head was on the verge of exploding and my stomach and lungs felt as if they were on fire."I can't."

"Can't isn't a damn option, they've begun to dissolve, now do it!" He yelled, his eyes burning right through me.

"No." I mumble. "No I'm done."

James let out a grumble as he scanned the room frantically. His eyes finally fell on what he was looking for as he hurried over and yanked the soap dispenser of the wall forcefully.

"Come here." He commanded as he grabbed me by the face. I struggled against him momentarily, unsure of what he was doing until he squirted the soap forcefully down my throat.

My stomach retched on its own this time and I found myself on the ground throwing up what ever was left.

James let out a huge sigh of relief at the sight of the last three bags and let himself slide down the wall to the ground.

"You did it princess." He sighed, half smiling and half chastising me.

I gave him a look of disapproval as I let myself fall tiredly against the wall beside him. If I had the strength I'd argue back at him, but I didn't, and he was right except for one thing. "Nah." I said hoarsely. "We did it."

Thanks everyone for reading so far! I hope you all are enjoying reading it, because I'm really enjoying writing it! :D Until next time!