Chapter 7

"Damon, even if I knew where your brother was, I'd only use that information to get as far away from him as possible." There. Let him make of that whatever he wanted. I turned and strolled towards his car, seemingly at ease, but even I had heard the bitterness ring through my voice. For what felt like the millionth time today, he had to catch up with me. To my surprise, he remained silent. "Where are you heading to?" I looked at him questioningly. "New York", he replied while opening the trunk of his car for me. "New York? Any special reasons?" I shrugged the sports bag off my shoulder and let it slide into the car. "Visiting some old friends." I nodded, and decided to not ask any further. I'd find out soon enough. He closed the trunk and we both rounded the car in opposite directions. As he opened the driver's door, his curious gaze caught mine across the roof of the car. "You still haven't told me where you're going." Nowhere, I thought. "New York, I guess." I shrugged a shoulder and slipped into my seat. I realized that night was just starting to fall. It took him a moment so slide in beside me. From the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head, then he took a deep breath. "Are you okay with driving through the night?" Damon started the car. He was avoiding to look at me again. I knew his mind was brimming with questions. Why didn't he ask? Though I was glad, I really didn't feel like answering his questions at the moment. In a corner of my mind, a small voice told me that maybe, that was exactly why he didn't ask. He had always been subtle towards my emotions. "You are the driver. Whatever you please." I made myself comfortable in my seat. His foot hit the gas pedal, and except for the purring of the engine, everything fell silent.