"So...what now?" I had no fucking clue.
"Keep going I guess," I replied, speeding the car up slightly, a car had been behind us for the past two hours and I was starting to get paranoid. "Where though?" I grunted in frustration, chucking my burger wrapper at her.
"Hey hey! Hands on the wheel," I complied, swerving the car to freak her out. She'd didn't seem too bothered though as she went back to mindlessly shuffling her stupid Tarot cards. Sighing, I went back to keeping the car on a relatively straight course, keeping my eye on the rust bucket behind us.
I knew we would both be better and worse off in Perth, a big city means a large population to hide in but it also means more people to see us. We had to hope that people weren't too concerned about a Dwellingup murderer, I wasn't exactly Eric Edgar Cooke yet, yet. That car was still behind us and it was pissing me off, Xim must of noticed as she took a tight hold of my hand. "They're probably going the same way-"
"We've pasted six intersections that lead of into more populated areas of Perth, what are the chances that they're heading towards the outskirts as well?"
"Not likely, but plausible," She gave my hand a squeeze before climbing into the back to look out of the rear window.
"A warm aura and 3 smaller ones, a mother and her 3 kids, I doubt they're undercover cops," My grip on the steering wheel loosened as I blew out a breath.
"I think you need to loosen up Cas," I tensed up again, nails digging deep rivets into the taunt leather of the wheel.                   "-imir," I pursed my lips, debating whether or not I should just push her out the car, unfortunately I feel as though the family behind us wouldn't't appreciate that. "Why don't you like the name Cas?" She asked, digging around in the glove compartment for something, "why are you blind?" It went silent, the only sound the car's engine and her rifling around for some unknown object.    "Found it!" She exclaimed, before pulling out a bag similar to her Tarot one only this one was red and rattled like clattering teeth.
"What's that?" I received no answer, which pissed me off to no end. "Ximena," she continued fiddling with the small red bag, that continued to make enough noise to wake up the dead body in our boot.
"Pullover," still angry from being ignored, I decided to speed up, until we were nearing 150 km/ph, I heard her let out a yell, before scrambling to grab onto anything and everything, the car behind us honked and I let out a lard roar of laughter. "Pullover you said?" She said nothing, only glared at me as she continued to hold on for dear life as the car sped up even more. "Fine, let's pull over," I yanked the wheel to the left, the car groaning in protest, as the right tires lifted up, before bouncing back down with a screech. The car continued to skid and spin before finally stopping between a tree and a spread of bushes. It was difficult to hide my grin, even with the mass of my hair dangling in front of my face. Ximena, was far from smiling however, tendrils of messy silver hair blended in with the tears that streaked down her face as she clasped her erratically beating heart, harsh puffs of air racking her entire body.
"Hey, Xim,"
"Don't hey Xim me!" I was taken aback, I don't think she's ever actually yelled at me before, I didn't think she was capable of genuinely being angry at me.
"Ok, maybe I took it too far,"
"You think?!" The silent tears had turned into sobbing as she clasped her hands to her chest. I had never seen her like this, I had only ever seen soon to be dead girls like this. I liked it then, I liked it when they would huddle up on the ground sobbing and begging and yet, I didn't like this. There was an uncomfortable feeling in my chest I didn't like it at all, didn't understand it. It ached and made me feel like vomiting up every bad thing I had ever done to her. My hands twitched and before I had realise what I was doing, I had wrapped her up in my arms, before gently nesting her head into my neck. I didn't like this. I didn't like her. I always experienced foreign feelings around her and always did foreign things. I was beginning to wonder if this was all an elaborate plan of hers, she had actually been poisoning me this whole time.
However, with that in mind, I continued to hold her, even when she relaxed and even when my shirt began to dampen from her tears and possible snot. "I'm sorry Xim, I didn't think you would hate it that much," she was silent, her head burrowing further into my neck as she clung tightly to me. "My mum," My eyebrows furrowed as I looked off out the window.
"You're mum?" I asked, dragging a hand up and down her back.
"She died, in a car, it flipped, it was my fault." She began sobbing again, violent hiccups interrupting her every now and again.
"How could it be your fault?" I have no clue where this kind side of me is coming from, usually crying people make me uncomfortable at best, murderous at worst. However, as she sat trembling in my arms, childhood memories I had forgotten began to resurface in my mind. Memories of normal me, being normal, doing normal things. You know things that don't include murder and disembodiment.
"It was, I-I distracted her, I made her run that red light, I made that truck driver hit us," I couldn't come up with something to say and I'm sure anything I would say wouldn't work, she was a stubborn person and relied heavily on her beliefs. Instead I decided to sit there with her, enjoying her warmth and the pleasant memories that were coming back to me.
It was 3 hours later when we decided to get back on the road and continue on, Ximena crawled back into the back in order to properly lay down while I got the car moving again. "Cas," Her voice sounded urgent, as she placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah,"
"They're still behind us,"
So hey I forgot how to write after like a year of not doing it all. Sorry that this is shit, the flow is awful and their characters are weird. It's been a while and I don't really know where this story is going.