"Don't touch me!" I snapped, my eyes caught the way her whole body stopped, and her hand frozen on the air. I Immediately grabbed the door to get out of the car, but it was lock. The guy who was driving us looked at the mirror, his sharp eyes watching my moves before proceeding to drive normally. So... Does this happen a lot? Or he's just really professional.
The woman, which is Eve or whatever, straightened her shoulders, then running a hand through her hair, I could feel it, the way she took a deep exhale, how her eyes drift to the view outside the window of her van, but her mind were probably out of it.
I flinched when she finally looked at me again, my eyes drifting to her then to both my palm pressed against my knees.
"He told me so much about you. About Kevin... Snitch, I promise you, I'm nothing like those. I would never ever hurt you."
She was sincere, but I didn't care. My hate was too prideful, at this point I didn't care anymore.
"Don't think you can just place your hand on me." Her gaze burned to my shoulder, I sound stupid...
"Okay, I'm sorry for trying to reach out... I'll ask next time." "Wh-What?"
"You're my daughter now Snitch..." She said that so easily. Like she have me wrapped around her perfect little plan. She was so sincere earlier, and this one sounded so fucking fake.
"Not yet. I might run away once I get enough looking at your face." Okay, maybe I am harsh, a bit... Probably. But, even I have no idea why those freaking childish-ass words were coming out of my mouth. I wish I could get out of here and never show my face ever again.
"My face?" She said it half-chuckled. "Gee, did I killed your dog or something? Also, a lot of people pay to have my features."
I laughed.
"Right..." I couldn't say it properly because I'm still chuckling.
"Glad I can make you laugh." That made me stop, clearing my throat. "You're too full of yourself, that it was almost... Like a joke. So I laughed."
"So you like my jokes." She hummed, glancing at the blur view outside the window of the van, my brows ticked, what's wrong with this woman?
I finally turned my whole body to look at her, her brows raised at me, as she looked towards my direction. "There's no way you're going to be my mother."
She chuckled again, and it sounded so rich.
Okay... She is hot. So what?
"What's wrong with having a fun mother?" She asked, her voice sounding so sweet... Like a smooth tip of the knife tracing on a metal.
"Nothing. Acting hot... Probably."
Then the atmosphere dropped. And this is why I suck at everything.
"You find me hot? Just awhile ago, you hate the every bit of me. As if breathing same air wirh me is worse than breathing underwater..."
"So what if you're hot?" "Correction, 'you' think I'm hot." She responded quickly, which made my jaw clenched. She's right, that's why it's frustrating. But that doesn't change the fact that I still hate her.
Suddenly, she tucked a strand of my white hair on the side of my ear.
I tilted my head with a smirk. "Thought you would ask first...?"
She smirked back. "My apologies."
