I knew what he meant. He didn’t mean my house.
He means where I hide.
There was a clear threat written over his face.
“I’m not scared of you, Eric.” I felt the need to say it, though it was absolutely a lie.
He terrifies me.
It seemed like no matter what I did I couldn’t turn him off, dissuade him, chase him off.
He was stifling me.
He laughed in pure disbelief. “If you say so.”
He turned the car out of town, and I began to cast him suspicious glances.
I knew of only one place interesting, this direction. “Where we going, Eric?”
“One of your favorite places.”
“Thought you said this was a date.”
“It is. Our version of one.”
“Our version? I think you mean your version.”
He smiled secretively but said nothing more.
I wasn’t terribly surprised when I saw him turn onto the graveled drive toward the dirt track.
“I’m not going to give away who I am now.” I said a bit nervously. Shifting in my seat. Uncomfortable with revealing who I was to the world.