It's been half an hour and my left hand is beginning to fall asleep.

Yes I'm sitting on it.

I glare at the side of Donald's face and he shifts uncomfortably.

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

"Alright. Just don't blame me when you have a gallon amount of blood on your seat."

His eyes widen. His mouth opening and closing like a fish, then he groans. "Can you just stop that for a while?!"

I raise a brow. "Sure let me just get my period remote." I say sarcastically, grabbing my invisible remote

"Pause. There you go."

He huffs, speeding up a little and I roll my eyes.

Leaning slightly forward, I turn on the music. Sick boy by chainsmokers, filling in the quiet atmosphere.

"So, mind explaining?" He asks after a moment and I groan, facing the window as a yawn escapes my mouth.

"Later." I mumble, my eyelids beginning to droop.

Few minutes later he speaks again. "You've been in there for like four days." He states and after some silence he says. "So... your parents are involved in this?"

I nod. "They planned the whole thing, Donald, they-they sold me."

"Oh?" His voice comes out surprised, as he gives me a glance.

"Yeah.." my voice grows quiet, my face sinking. "They really do hate me."

Donald places a hand on my shoulder, his other hand on wheel.

"They have no reason to." He says softly.

I don't respond and Donald gives me another glance.

"I think you should know that you're transferred out of school."

"What?" My eyebrows furrow, turning to him once again.

He gulps. "Yeah.. your parents called in saying you left to live with your grandparents in America."

I don't respond and continue to stare at my lap, emotionlessly.

"What happened to your face?" He growls, and I look at him to see his jaw clenching.

"Kian hurt me."

"Kian?" He growls. "The guy who kidnapped you?"

I shake my head, slightly. "He works for him, I helped him, but it was a plan. Heidi hit my head, I woke up in a car and Kian kept hitting me so I hit him back." I give a small smile at the memory.

Donald kisses his teeth. "What a pussy." He shakes his head and I laugh. "What did you do to him then?" He then smirks.

"I poked his eyes, broke his nose and ripped his hair out."

His eyes widens and he lets out a whistle. "Wow." He then laughs and I laugh too.

"Goodnight." I then turn my head to the window, slumping, and closing my eyes.

He laughs again. "It's the afternoon but sure. Night."

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Nudge. Nudge.

"Stop" I grumble.

Nudge. nudge.

"Killian."

I hear a deep chuckle. "It's Donald."

"Oh." I open my eyes and wipe my eyes. When I lift my hand down I freeze. Crusted blood.

I did not just wipe my face with that.

I shuffle a little, my eyebrows furrowed and my mouth slightly open.

"Please don't tell me..." I hear Donald start in a hard voice, trailing off.

"Oh shut up Donald." I mutter. "I've been sitting here for what two hours? With no pad. What do you expect?"

He clears his throat. "Three hours actually."

I whip my head towards him, glaring. "Real smart." My words drip with sarcasm.

I look out the window and see Donalds house.

I open the passenger door, and breathe in the cool breeze that's fanning against my face.

Turning to Donald again, I raise a brow when I see him still seated, watching me.

"If you want to see my period. Tough. Get out." I smirk.

His mouth falls open, his cheeks tinting red slightly. "I don't! I just want to see how dirty-"

"Excuse me?" Did he really just call my period dirt?

He huffs, before swinging the door open, flaunting out.

What a drama king.

I scoff, before getting out myself, studying the bloody butt-print.

Bootiful..

"You're lucky you have leather seats. You'll be able to wash it out easily."

I hear him scoff behind me, and I turn to see him staring at the print, grimacing. "I am not cleaning that. You are."

"Fine." I grumble turning around and heading to the door.

"Now."

I stop and turn, meeting Donald's stern gaze. "Really?" I give him a flat look, gesturing to my bottom.

He looks flustered. "It'll be ruined if you don't clean them now." He whines looking on the verge of tears but not really.

Him and his obsession with his car.

That he drives illegally.

But it's fine since he looks like a twenty year old.

But if he gets caught then, oh God..

He's dead.

I sigh. "Alright bend over and stick your head on the seat and rub." I point to the seat with a serious look on my face.

His mouth falls open, his face blooming red again. "Not funny." He mutters and I chuckle.

"I'll do it later. Promise." I head towards his house and he grumbles, following.

He unlocks the door, opening it and immediately I am engulfed with the usual lavender smell.

Oh god it's been a while since I was last here.

I step inside with Donald behind me and enter the kitchen. There I meet Donalds mother. Mrs Hickman.

"Hey Mrs Hickman." I say.

She turns from chopping the onions, and gasps, her hazel eyes bulging out.

"Layla, you look horrible." She exclaims, her eyes running up and my body.

"Thanks." I laugh, my cheeks heating up.

"Sorry dear. How rude of me- oh god. Let's get that sorted." She rambles, grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs. Once I'm in her bedroom, She fumbles with some bags, fishing out a tampon.

My eyes grow slightly wide, and I shake my head. "Uh, do you have a pad?'

I've never really tried tampons, and honestly I don't even want to. It just scares me. Is it just me?

She laughs. "I think so." She starts fumbling again, and hands me one. "Feel free to use the shower, too." She chirps, obviously seeing how dirty I am.

"Thanks." I mumble, heading out and entering the toilet.

Time for Operation Red.

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