I Miss You

We both were in the back seat of the car. The driver had the window closed so he couldn't hear us, so if this man chooses to kill me, he wouldn't hear, just great. I was on the right, trying to be as far away from him as possible, while he was on the left.

"Come closer." He demanded.

"I'm fine right here." I said looking out the window as I watched the terrain pass us.

"That wasn't a question now come here." He said more sternly.

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

"Then you won't get that call with your sister when we get home." He said with the sound of the smirk on his face ringing through the back seat. I mentally cursed him out and sighed looking back to see him smirking.

"What do you say. Do you want that call?" He inquired knowing very well I cared for my sister more than I did myself. I sighed and scooted closer where I was kind of in the middle of the middle and the right seat. "Oh no you don't." I heard him say before moving his arms around my waist pulling me right next to him.

I squeaked slightly at the action. Once I was next to him and his arm were around my waist, he put his head on my shoulder resting it there.

"Was that really necessary Mr. Jackson?" I asked rolling my brown eyes.

"Never question anything I do and Issac works just fine sugar." He mumbled. I shivered slightly at the nickname, it's not that I didn't like it, it's that I didn't like it coming from him.

"When is our flight?" I inquired.

"Let's not focus on that right now." He mumbled as he grabbed my hand delicately. This reminded me of Bert honestly. He started off all sweet with me and then he became abusive. Plus, Issac has already shown that he can be just like Bert. I moved my hand out of his grasp and put it in my lap trying not to think of him.

Eventually we arrived at an airport. I knew it'd be quite some time before I ever came back.

The airplane had taken off. I gazed out of the window trying to keep myself from thinking of the truth of my new reality.

I felt Issac shift in his seat and come closer, then I felt his rough hand on my knee. I moved my gaze from the window to him.

"How long is the flight?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that sugar." He said. I sighed and moved as far away from him as possible for the rest of the flight.