Sorry for the long wait on this chapter, I really have no excuse. It has become a bad habit but I will try my hardest to get rid of it! So hope you like this!
"Come on Stace" Curly mumbled as he hardened his possessive grip on my waist and let his lips travel over my bare shoulders. I felt myself freeze up inside, as I sighed and pushed him away.
But Curly wasn't a guy who gave up on something he wanted, he was used to getting what he wanted and taking what he thought was his to take.
"Damnit Curly!" I called out in anger "Don't ya get a hint!" I felt my heart contract with regret, as I saw a sharp flash of hurt and disbelief in his deep blue eyes.
But it was gone seconds later, replaced with lust and persistence.
Once again his hands were on me, now on my arms, from which they travelled expectedly over up to my shoulders and down towards my breasts.
I felt anger bubble up inside of me again, was he deaf?
"Come on Stace…ya know ya want it…" he said huskily as he pressed his body closer to mine.
"What the hell's wrong with ya? I said no!" I was screaming at him now, taking all of my anger out on him.
"What the hell's wrong with you!" Curly yelled back at me, as I took several steps away from him, breaking the physical contact between us.
It was something with the way he said it that made my throat dry up and contract, suddenly I couldn't breathe. He was right, what was wrong with me?
I never said no to Curly, I mean I love him, right?
I did love him but lately every time he touched me it was someone else I saw before me, it wasn't his blue eyes that I gazed into. And even worse was that the person I kept fantasizing about was his brother. I didn't want to but Tim was all I could think of and I couldn't even remember how it had happened.
Curly took a small step towards me and I backed away instinctively, the image of his brothers grey eyes printed in my mind. Curly froze up and I silently cursed my bad conscience for destroying our relationship, after all I didn't mean to think of Tim, it just happened and I desperately wanted it to just stop.
"Bitch" Curly spat out between his teeth, as he walked over to the bed and sat down rubbing his eyes tiredly.
I stood rooted to the spot feeling my heart break. My eyes clouded over with tears of hurt, anger, regret and guilt.
But somehow I managed to hold my head up high, as I walked out of his room and his house.
I walked around for what felt like hours, it was late at night and the early autumn winds ruffled my hair. It was starting to get cold and I had just decided to go home to my parents place to sleep, when I noticed a car speed past me and stop at the end of the street.
The person driving it seemed to be waiting for me and seeing as it was a socy car, a shiny red cabriolet, my stomach iced up and I stopped in my tracks not knowing what to do.
I stood there for a second trying to find out what to do. If I turned and ran they would catch up with me and perhaps they would get even angrier if I tried to run. But if I walked past them it was like saying "Come get me!" and I didn't want to provoke them.
As I stood thinking the car started backing towards me and I froze in chock, not being able to run even if I wanted to.
When the car came up parallel with me, the driver who was alone in the car turned to me and I stared at him in shock.
"Get in" he said smirking, but his blue grey eyes where still cold and detached.
I got in the car drawing a sharp breath, feeling my paralyzation wear of.
"God, ya scared me!" I stated smiling at him.
He started the car up again and speeded of. We were moving through the streets of Tulsa as if the devil were after us, leaving the inner-city and speeding towards the industrial outskirts of town.
"What ya doin' walking around at this time of night?" Tim asked, looking at me with a hint of seriousness in his cold, unfeeling eyes. "Curly know where ya are?"
I huffed at the mention of his brother's name and crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. I felt Tim watch me and then he started to laugh, it wasn't that cold and hollow laughter from last week but a genuine, heartily laughter.
I looked at him in wonder, as the smile on his face lit up his eyes and softened his hard features, he looked almost human.
Or perhaps it was the other way around, perhaps he was human when he was cold and hard, so human that he scared you and when he was smiling and laughing he was a god, an unreal hero from some old tale, beautiful and unreachable.
"Ya guys have a fight?" he asked, smirking teasingly at me and I scolded at him feeling like a little girl.
Keeping my eyes strictly on the road ahead, I noticed that we were now out of Tulsa, somewhere on the highway.
"Where ya goin'?" I asked, somewhat afraid of going to far from home.
"Just shaking the fuzz of my tail" Tim stated in a low voice, not taking his eyes of the road.
"Who's this car Tim?" I asked, feeling a slight smile at the corner of my mouth.
"Don't know but it's gonna make me a fortune" Tim smiled again and I wondered what he was thinking about, as his silvery eyes turned black and glittering.
"How?" I asked.
"I'm gonna sell it to a guy I know down this little shitty town in Arkansas" he said, smirking at me as he saw my mouth hang open.
"Ya gonna drive to Arkansas to sell a stolen car, and ya just felt like dragging me onto this little adventure of yours!" I demanded, feeling a bit panicky.
I was going to Arkansas with my boyfriend's brother in a stolen car. It was nerve wreaking and thrilling at the same time.
"Why?" I asked, still thinking about the fact that I was in a stolen car, what if we were caught? The fuzz would assume I was in on it too.
"Felt like some company…and you where just walking around so…" Tim concluded, his eyes searing the road signs.
"So you just decided to pick me up and make me your partner in crime!" I heard the sarcasm and the traces of bitterness in my voice, regretting it the moment it came out of my mouth.
But Tim just chuckled at me, shrugging of my sarcasm.
"Exactly" he stated.
I took a deep breath feeling all my nervousness disappear in an instance. At least I could relay on Tim not to get us caught. I knew he was a very accomplished car thief and he had never gotten caught from steeling cars. The things he had been in the slammer for where rumbles and physical abuse, never theft.
Besides I figured he wouldn't have picked me up if he thought he would get me into trouble, at least I hoped so.
But looking over at him as he was driving, his hard face consorted in deep thought, his eyes shining like crystals as he studied the almost empty highway like an eagle, not missing a beat, I felt my hope crumble.
This man didn't care about others; he didn't even care that much about himself. He just liked the thrill of being chased, perhaps being chased was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him running or perhaps it was the only thing that kept him staying, with his family and his gang?
I felt like I would never get under his skin; never get him to trust me enough to open up to me. Curly never opened up to me, he kept everything inside until he couldn't take anymore and took it out on someone else by picking a fight.
Tim wasn't like his brother, that much I had figured out, he didn't take his anger out on anyone and he didn't open up and talked about his feelings, perhaps cause he didn't have any, but I didn't really believe that.
I had seen emotion in his eyes several times even if it was just for a second. But where did he put his feelings, where did they go?
He had to get them out somehow, right?