Chapter Thirty-Two

~ Death the Kid ~

Resting my elbows against the dashboard, I couldn't help but bury my face into my shaking palms. My paranoia towards her safety causing the tips of my fingers to claw at my hairline.

"We'll find her Kid," James sighed. "You always find her."

I was slowly losing it, I was ever so slowly beginning to believe that this was my fault. I was believing that she was in danger because of the lack of control I had for my anger.

My anger was boiling inside of my veins, but my fear was overpowering it. Consuming it to the point where I could feel my body numbing towards the realisation of defeat, and I was scared that I would allow myself to finally give in.

I could hardly breathe.

I stuttered, "this is all my fault."

James' jaw dropped in disbelief, taking his eyes from the road to face me, before shaking his head slowly in disapproval and then facing it once more.

"I..." I inhaled deeply. "I should never have met her."

He stopped the car.

"Shut up!"

I hardly had time to understand what was happening before the jolt of the car caused my elbows to slip from the dashboard, and my head to knock against the passenger window.

He threw open the car door and didn't hesitate before stepping out onto the deserted midnight road.

My vision was blurred but I saw him slam the door shut behind him, leaving me isolated in his car to fend myself from my fear.

The air was too overwhelming.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, throwing open the car door.

As I stepped out of the car, I watched him from the other side as he placed a cigarette to his lips, and ignited the lighter between his fingers.

I leaned against the roof of his Ford Fiesta, watching impatiently as he tipped back his head like a wolf and released the smoke from inside of his black lungs.

"James!" I hissed. "We haven't got time for this!

He proceeded to ignore me, continuously placing his drug to his lips and draining away every single one of his problems with the use of the nicotine he was addicted to, his sleeve falling down slightly every time he did so, revealing every scar that had ever been bound against his skin.

My anger was taking control again, I could feel it slowly burning its way down into my knuckles, clenching at my fists.

"James..." I tried my hardest to stay calm. "Let's go."

Silence was all that sat around us, with the occasional inhale then exhale from my friend's lungs, as well as the occasional screaming of my heart.

I couldn't take this anymore.

"Are you serious!" I snapped, storming round the hood of the car.

Before I could stop myself I had slapped the cigarette from his hand, and the echo of it singeing against the concrete was what brought us both back to reality.

His shirt collar was gripped tightly in my fists, but as my uncontrollable anger tried to devour my common sense, James showed no signs of fear or concern.

"You clearly care about her," he chuckled.

I frowned, "of course I do!"

I was shoved away from him, his cigarette stained fingers pressing hard against my chest as he did so.

He shook his head slowly, looking back at the star filled sky, as if they were the last time he would ever see them, and he desired to cherish them.

"You're an idiot," he hissed. "A girl like Maka doesn't come around very often."

My heart stumbled at the mention of her name, so beautiful even my heart was unable to comprehend the way it sounded against everyone's lips.

He sighed, "you say you wish you never met her."

I too stared back to face the stars, watching as they danced around the moon, creating a contrast of beauty between was what the magnificent sky, and this wretched world that existed beneath it.

"How do you think she'd feel about that..."

I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

I sensed him staring at me, "I don't know..."

He stepped closer, "you two met for a reason."

I missed her eyes.

"And I'll tell you now..."

I missed her voice.

"She is the best thing that ever has, and will ever happen to you."

"You will never be nothing," she said.

"So..." despite the cigarette, he inhaled deeply. "We're going to get back in that car, and we're going to find her."

I sniffed, "okay..."

~ Maka ~

Black*star lay on top of me in the back seat of his car. The button from his jeans digging into my stomach with every kiss his disgusting mouth stained against my flesh. And all I wanted was for that button to rip apart my insides.

His hand laced its way up and down my thigh, brushing its way against Kid's boxers and continuing to slide its way up his shirt.

Without a doubt, I was terrified. I feared that he would feel the thundering of my chest against his, and sense that something was wrong with the whole scenario.

So every time his body got closer to my own, I would push myself up onto my elbows and force him away by pushing my lips up harder onto his.

He groaned, "I knew you were a little slut really."

His nails clawed at my back like talons, the excruciating pain causing me to unwillingly moan as I pressed myself against him to escape the pain he was inflicting onto me in that moment.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to slam my fists hard into his chest and scream at him for everything he had done to me.

But I couldn't.

I had to lay there, and let him slowly begin to undress me, until I had the opportunity to escape his suffocating presence.

He breathed, "how about you wear my boxers instead of Kid's?"

My heart stumbled.

I bit my lip, "how about I wear nothing at all..."

His eyes widened, the reflection from the street lights outside creating that same wild flickering fire in his pupils. But soon there wouldn't be anything behind those eyes of his.

He leaned away from me, giving my body the freedom it ever so desired as he gripped hold of the shoe laces on my boot and slowly began to remove it from my foot.

Carelessly he threw it on the floor beside me, just an arms reach from where I lay on the back seats – with him.

I was eager for him to take off the other, in order for him to give me that opportunity that I had been waiting for, the opportunity that I so desperately needed.

But before he did so, he kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue between my lips and licking at the roof of my mouth, pinning me down against the seats so I was unable to breathe, let alone move.

I tried to move my arm out from beneath his grasp, trying to make it seem as if I was eager to grab him, and force him to believe that I actually wanted him.

Finally my wrist escaped his hold, and before I went to reach the boot that rested on the floor beside me I scratched at his biceps, trying to make the desire seem real, rather than just an excuse to escape.

He pulled away, slowly sliding his hand down my leg to remove my other boot, facing down to my ankle as he struggled with the knot that Kid had tied.

I gripped hold of the boot beside me.

"Black*star," I breathed, creating a sultry tone in my voice to keep the plan active.

He bit his lip to show that he heard me, still looking down at the boot he struggled so hard with, but slightly staring towards me out of the corner of his eye.

I bit my lip also, "you know what I want?"

He breathed, "what?"

I gripped on tighter to the boot beside me.

"Kid's fist against your face."

He looked up.

I swung my arm up as fast as I could, watching as the steel toed boot cracked against his jaw, forcing him to fly backwards against the chair, and smack the back of his head against the window.

I threw myself up in the chair, arming myself with the boot once more if he were to start moving in front of me.

But as he laid there motionlessly, my heart began to slow down.

I had knocked him out.

Without hesitation I quickly climbed over into the drivers seat, placing my boot back on my foot before gripping the clutch.

I didn't think twice before starting the car, whether or not I actually knew how to drive. I just knew for a fact that I had to go back and find Kid.

My foot slowly pressed down onto one of the peddles, and with surprise the car moved forward.

My heart began racing for a whole other reason. The fear of crashing and killing myself there and then after that traumatising experience was the last thing I wanted to do.

Slowly I turned the wheel, turning the car around to face the way in which Black*star had stolen me from, the car slowly turning to face that of all the trees that surrounded the road.

My heart began to race faster.

Suddenly my throat was grabbed, the tips of Black*star's fingers gripping tightly at my jawline as he tried to choke me and pull me from the drivers seat.

"Stupid little bitch," he hissed.

I couldn't breathe, I scratched and pulled at his hand but I was unable to remove it from its suffocating hold from around my neck.

My head wanted to explode.

The trees rested still in front of me, the only movement being that of the treetops that blew in the wind ever so slightly.

I gasped for air, and pressed my foot down, and the pain that hit me next was to unbearable to describe.