Guns and Roses

Chapter 10 - 2nd victim..

Dana's pov-

What should I do? Do I walk home— which I don't even want to do first of all! The bus! But i don't want to walk further to the bus station. I know home is only a few miles away but it's cold, night, and I'm lazy.

I'm so wrong to go out the house at this time- did Bilal wake up? Oh god!!

I gasped and started to speed walk. I got stopped by a car honk. I stopped in my tracks and turned around confused.

My eyes landed on a black police car. It was a good looking car. Looked brand new almost— that's besides the point here.

Am I in trouble!! OH NO!!

Should I run away? Yes.

I started to speed walk again but the police car followed and kept honking. This is getting annoying.

What! Are they going to give me a ticket for being a women! For being a Muslim.

I need to stop being so dramatic. But I can't help it.

Please don't give me another ticket. Please!  I window rolled down and I see grey! Oh!!
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms around my chest.

He literally left me on the floor not that long ago.

"Sit." He said coldly with his deep voice. Why is he telling me what to do.

"No." I said and continued to walk again. I don't wanna sit in his car again. He's such a dry person. And I thought we were friends...

Oh god I shouldn't even say that. I shouldn't have a man as a friend but clearly none of the girls want to be my friends. Cuz their so jealous I am so much better, they just are too scared to come to a queen like me.

Hopefully.

"I said sit." He said in a very demanding deep voice. I stopped walking any further and turned my head to his car. He wasn't looking at me, he's looking at the front.

"Why should I listen to you? You're not even a gentleman." I said the last part mumbling.

He honked again and I sighed. He won't leave me alone if I don't sit. Nor will he talk. Well two can play that game too.

Let's see how he likes it when i don't talk to him too.

I walk to the passenger seat and sit down with my arms still cross. I take a glance at the inside of this police car. Impressive. A bit..unorganized. Bothers me so much.

I'm a neat freak. I have to have everything organized or else I won't live.

I see a huge computer thingy facing him. It's the ones you see in those police documentary or police shows. I lean over a bit and check it out.

I tried my best to not speak. I will show him my cold side. Yeah!

"Can you watch Netflix on this—" I said and gasped. I slapped my hand on my hand. I spoke! I didn't even realize till the end.

I hate myself so much.

I can't go one day without speaking.

He turned his head at me and looked at me confused and looked back at the road.

I felt relieved when I saw the old shaggy apartment. I open the seatbelt and hop out but his voice stopped me.

"Don't...go out at night." He said dryly and look straight at the road still.

Did he speak first? Wow. Didn't know it was in him.

But I shouldn't show him my nice side till he shows me a smile. I feel like I'm a burden to him and on top of that I'm still mad for before.