"Where's your phone?" he demands.
"I-I threw it away," I tell him, begging silently that he'll believe the lie. One look in my eye tells me he doesn't.
"Where the f*ck is it?"
His eyes are dark and dangerous leaving me in no doubt at all that if I make one wrong move, he won't hesitate to kill me.
"I threw it away. You didn't want Trent to know where I was going. He'd track it."
I glance at him again, momentarily taking my eyes off the road. He doesn't look convinced. I watch as he rummages through the glove compartment, searching for it. I baulk when he turns and his hands are on me, searching me. I try not to react. I try not to throw up as I feel his breath on my face.
"You better not be lying to me, bitch," he says when his hands still but his face doesn't move away.