marisayoo
im tired of getting hijacked.
not the actual meaning.
but I do not know how to get another word
its haunting me.
hijacked.
hijacked.
planes
cars
hearts
scars
hijacked
the plane was jerked to a stop, yelling filling my ears. I jerked up from the seat, masks being passed around. the plane was being hijacked.
It was a rainy day, making the blonde's smile seem even brighter to me. I looked out the tinted windows curiously, trying to see his name tag, but only to have no luck.
My father was talking to him in a low voice, which meant he was talking about me. I hated that. He was probably warning the kid.
Get her to the gala safely, or I will make sure you don't live to see your paycheck, he would say. I almost laughed. Daddy was extremely protective, threatening anything that moved around me, but I was the only one who knew he couldn't hurt a fly.
Daddy tossed him the keys and waved through the window, even though he couldn't see me. This car was tinted all ground, impossible to see through. I blew him a kiss anyway.
When the blonde got into the car, I stayed silent. He didn't even look back when pulling away from the curb, which seemed like a basic rule of driving. He floored the gas, speeding out of the parking lot. I was shy, so I kept quiet for most of the ride, but when he started to take off the red blazer, I asked what he was doing.
"The thing is so itchy and I like to be comfortab--" he cut himself off, his eyes going wide at the same time as he turned around, "who the hell are you?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, "the person you are supposed to be driving to the dance." I said slowly.
"Oh shit."