Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
AN Yo I said I'd update over the weekend and technically it still is for me for an hour, but by the time I post it'll be Monday . . As long as I don't go to sleep, right :O so spoiler alert I'm placing a warning here, so if you get squeamish at stuff go away. Although I would think that if you're reading a serial killer story you'd be ok with a lot of things. Oh and pay no attention to the weird guy in the middle of that picture. Anyways, this is really fucking long, so short author's note ayyyy enjoy babes xx

                          
Calum's POV
                          
	It took a week from where we were driving to get to Ashton's. It's going to take another fucking week with both of these little assholes to get back to Sydney where I captured Y/N from. More like picked up. I am not ready to spend an entire week with Ashton and Y/N complaining the entire fucking way. My plan is to get to the closest airport so we can fly to Hemmings's, leaving my car here. I'm going to miss it, but it has to be done.
                          
	"So you guys keep saying 'Hemmings this' and 'Hemmings that' I still don't know who this kid is," Y/N spoke up. "Like, what's his first name, what kind of movies is he into, does his mom know about his illegal activity, that sort of thing."
                          
	"How you put up with this chick for a week straight is beyond me, Calum," Ashton muttered from behind me.
                          
	Y/N turned around to face him. "Calum loves my company, don't you Cal?" She punched my shoulder, and I tensed up. I hate when she says these things, I can never tell when she's joking, it freaks me out. Luckily, neither of them caught on as far as I can tell.
                          
	There was a silence that ruled the car for longer than a minute before I decided to explain. "Luke Hemmings, age 23, same age as I am. Ashton's older than me by about a year and a half, and older than Luke by two. Hemmings is one of the most annoying dudes you'll ever meet. He doesn't stop talking, he smokes way too much pot, and well, he has a different chick every night. He's an asshole who loves stupid jokes way too much."
                          
	"Sounds like my kind of guy," Y/N muttered.
                          
	I turned toward her, gripping the steering wheel tight. I shot her a glare, before her eyes shifted down in complacency. "We only use him when we desperately need him, and in order to break into the AFP, we're gonna need him."
                          
	"I see," she nodded. She turned to look out the window, and I watched her as she stared. Her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to watch all the scenery, or lack thereof, that we passed by going 120 kilometers per hour. 
                          
	"Calum," Ashton whispered at me from behind. He was in the seat behind me, trying to avoid any notice from the girl beside me. "You know how you get with people who get close to you. You need to watch yourself around her, I think you're letting your guard down too much."
                          
	"You're overreacting, Ashton," I reassured him. "I'm fine, I don't know why you're worried about me. I'm doing okay. I know what I'm doing."
                          
	"You could never stand anybody longer than a couple of days. How are you not tired of her yet?"
                          
	I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the road. "She grows on you." 
                          
	Ashton sighed before speaking again. "Just don't grow too attached, you know what you are."
                          
	What, a killer? A sociopath? Name any of them, and I'm it. A sadist, an asshole, a prick. But there is absolutely nothing that I know of that could make me not want to spend time with this girl. I love her, I know I do. At least from my warped, twisted, mind I know that. If I can see it, how come no one else can? 
                          
	"Why does it feel like we're not going back the way we came?" Y/N asked from beside me.
                          
	"Because we're not. We're driving to Tennant Creek. It's the closest airport near here. It'll take a couple hours to get there, but it's what has to happen."