VI:

And I don't know,

I could crash and burn but maybe…

At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me

A soft blue pickup truck pulled up beside her, rumbling softly, puffing out rippling clouds of smoke as it gently settled in its spot; waiting. She thrust the door open, and stepped up, avoiding eye contact with its driver, and heaved the behemoth's door shut; watching as the sodden black street and run-down buildings tore by her eyes, halting obediently at the presence of scarlet warnings.

"Thanks." She choked, out of her closure.

"…No problem."

She gazed out the window, scanning the scenery, arm resting limply on the interior of the door. She could only imagine what results her act would heap upon her; yet thinking about the weight she'd be lifting at the same time heaved wasn't exactly sitting well with her internal guidance counselors.

She'd be making a mistake if she went through.

Regret was dripping down her throat, numbing with acidity. No way she'd pull this off.

"You okay?" He turned to stare at her, briefly. Feeling his eyes fall upon her tangled her nerves into a tight, twisted rope. Curling her lips in, she pursed them. She couldn't face him.

Was—Was she—nah, she couldn't… She doesn't.

Does she?

…She didn't answer. A blaring horn behind them shot his eyes toward the road and curled his fingers tighter against the wheel, taking off again. Her stomach grew cold and clammy with each passing second; she knew what he wanted to do. It just wasn't legal.

She slumped into her chair, hoping to somehow melt and soak into the upholstery and never be seen again.

"Make a left up here, right?"

She nodded a few times, eyes locked on the passing shades that rushed before her eyes.

"…You haven't said much today, you know. You sure everything's alright?"

She pondered for a moment.

"No."

"What is it this time?" He sighed, half interested.

Arms folded across herself, she swallowed.

"It's… It's you."

Sam sensed the tension in the small vehicle, trying to choke her, suffocate her words. Silence, she always hated it; especially when it came to him.

"You know who took you in, right?" He stated, sharply. It was escalating, no matter what effort to reverse it he'd go up like a sparkler. She'd brazenly tread on dangerous ground. Like a minefield.

"At least I'm not a liar like that idiot Fredward." He snapped, "Can you believehe'd actually put it off on your brune friend and put you guys out on a limb like that?" He questioned, grinning smugly. I can't even beginto fathom how-"

"Yeah well he's a prince compared to your little antics."

His hardened, glassy eyes shredded through hers, stiffly, muttering a favorite word of his. "I know how to treat people like you. I treat you just-"

"Thanks for the support," Her voice dripped with sarcasm, "I think I'm ready to let go of my training wheels, though."

"What did you say?" His voice jolted her, exposing her true stance. "Are you, saying you're going to leave or something? Pheh. Yeah, try it." He made a sharp turn, jerking her at the mercy of the truck. A light ceased his rampage.

"I will." She shot; polite stare shooting spurts of flame against the impenetrable wall of steel. "And you can stand back and watch, if you want." Sam offered, throwing the door of the car open.

By stand back she meant at least a good 30 feet or so. You know, precautionary reasons.

"What? Watch your pathetic wasted self spiral into the eye of a storm?" He snarled, "Great, I'll get some popcorn."

She burned scalding holes into him, licked with flames at his blackened burning edges. "You would, if you made enough for a living."

That was the second when she felt her entire being crash onto the chill of the sodden sidewalk, grasping her fleeted breath. Jonah stared down at her from the truck, a smirk tugging at his lips.

She stared up at him, feeling suddenly…

Inferior.

Enraged.

And, as worthless as he'd state her to be. Scrambling to her feet, heart constricted and tears mingled with the warm drizzle, he rolled down her window, and leaned over.

"I don't get dumped, Puckett." He informed, coldly. "I dump."

The engine hummed timidly as it pulled away, leaving her to revel in her feverish anger.

Sam huffed an agitated word or two at him, voice crackling as her hand inched all over her deadened and pain-stricken arm. She tentatively reached into her pocket, pulling out a PearPod that'd seen better days than what she had now.

"Thank God I'm finally rid of 'em." She muttered, seeking out a nearby shelter. Preferably one with accomidations.

Gah, stupid dividers. _

Hey, people of earth, the Sun, and Kentucky. xP

I was going to add a flashback before this, but I just wasn't feeling it. :/ I wanted to make sure I had a Seddie update for you, whether it was this or Incentive. That's pretty slow right now. And this update was already done, just had to be edited. :p So, needless to say I've been out of Seddie Style for a little bit. I switch fandoms frequently; it takes more oomph for me to switch back to this, for some reason. Anyway, enough with the needless ranting and chewing of the ears. I'm done. :p As long as you hit the nice little button below, that is. ;) Unwritten OUT!