So here I am, sitting in the passenger seat of his yellow sports car. Yes, this is a different car from the one before. No, I wasn’t keeping track and I am not interested in how many cars he has. I folded my arm around my chest protectively as I felt very self-conscious of how little I had on.
My pajama was nothing more than a thin light pink satin v-neck top with thin straps and a matching pair of shorts which were...very short. Unlike me, Hayden was dressed properly in a white shirt and a pair of black jeans. I hated to admit it, but he looked quite good...
Once again, I had no idea where he was taking me, and I had a pretty good guess that he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked. However, I decided to ask anyways...
"Where are you taking me this time? It’s so late..." I said as I turned to look at him.
Hayden...he’s driving so fast now that the roads were clear.
"You’ll see..." he replied a little coldly.
It felt like his mind was really somewhere else, far far away from me. His eyes were on the road, but I could tell that he wasn’t focused on them at all. I wondered what he was thinking right now and why he seemed so disturbed. Did something happen while he was away? If I asked, would he tell me?
"Ok..." I mumbled.
The ride was much longer than I had imagined. Hayden was silent most of the way and I was left to figure out for myself that we had started to leave the city center and began approaching the outskirts of the city. Now I was seriously curious of where he was taking me.
The roads were getting darker as there were fewer and fewer buildings around and soon there were nothing but tall trees and the woods on either side of the road.
"It’s quite far...isn’t it?" I asked, almost as if I’m speaking to myself.
"We’re almost there..." Hayden replied softly. His reply surprised me a little.
"This graveyard belongs to my family. Well, the Torex family or if you would like ’the gang’. Everyone from the gang who dies is buried here," Hayden explained.
"Oh..." I gasped in shock once again at the vast number of tombstones. Lines after lines of tombstones stretched as far as my eyes could see.
"I know what you’re thinking but I hate to break your illusion. The mafia gang actually doesn’t have a lot of death like what you would imagine from seeing a lot of shoot outs in movies and such. There’s just many of them because the gang is big and many have died of old age over the years," Hayden continued to explain.
"I see..." I whispered.
"Don’t get me wrong, many do die from fights and shoot outs as well," Hayden said emotionlessly.
The real question that I wanted to ask him was why he brought me here or why he came here in the dead of night, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say that out loud. I just hoped that he would slowly tell me his reason of his own accord.
Hayden walked along the lines of tombstones as he held my hand in his. I followed close behind him. It was dark and...I’m not a fan of walking in the graveyard when it’s so late at night...or even in the daytime for that matter.
"Watch out!" Hayden screamed suddenly as he grabbed my shoulders with both hands.
I shut my eyes and screamed like my life depended on it. My shrieking cry cutting through the silent night.
"Hahahahaaa!" Hayden’s laughed loudly as he shook my body a little.
I opened my eyes and stared at him as he continued to laugh like he was going mad. Did he just trick me? Just now, did he just...trick me?
--To be continued...