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Alexis felt one hand clench on the Cadillac's steering wheel, the other on the metal lizard key ring. A tremor ran through her tightened muscles like a high voltage charge. She clenched her jaw shut and rode the wave of murderous anger, waiting for that blinding moment of instinctual answers.
"I'm assuming now," Matthew stated all slow and sweet, "that you're still holding onto the pretense of not knowing what I'm talking about."
Alexis continued staring out the windshield, no longer seeing the growing light from the beach, no longer really even seeing the road, and said nothing.
"Yes, I see. You didn't take anything from Professor Westbor? You gave nothing to Frank?"
Alexis slowly turned her head to face Matthew. The engine gave a jump as she pressed the accelerator all the way down. She looked not at the winding road ahead, but full on into Matthew's widening eyes.
"What're you..."
"Matthew, I don't care that you have threatened me. I don't care that you plan on spilling my blood."
The car continued to speed up. It thrashed like a beast with it's hindquarters on fire when the wheels left the paved road and hit a shallow ditch on the side. Without her eyes leaving Matthew's face, Alexis yanked the wheel to the side and put them back on the road with wheels screeching.
"Alexis," Matthew begun.
"I am telling you that I did not give Frank a goddamn thing, that I did not know Professor fuckface had anything worth taking."
The car went off the other side of the road, almost going up on two wheels when it hit the incline of the side of the hill which made one of the canyon walls. Alexis again deftly and blindly pulled the wheel to bring the car back onto the road while Matthew let a small shriek loose.
"Alexis! I’m not…"
"But Matthew," Alexis said without her voice ever leaving that dead calm sound. "For even bringing up Frank, for using his name against me, I'm gonna fucking kill you."
Matthew quickly began to raise his knife.
Alexis brought an amazing amount of force down on the break pedal. The Cadillac lurched alarmingly, attempting in vain to continue the deadly momentum it had been running on. She then quickly pushed down the emergency break pedal and turned the steering wheel into the skid that was just beginning. She could smell the thick, oily stench of burning tires. The screeching of the rubber peeling off onto the asphalt was met with a squealing coming from Matthew's seat.
"I'm assuming now," Matthew stated all slow and sweet, "that you're still holding onto the pretense of not knowing what I'm talking about."
Alexis continued staring out the windshield, no longer seeing the growing light from the beach, no longer really even seeing the road, and said nothing.
"Yes, I see. You didn't take anything from Professor Westbor? You gave nothing to Frank?"
Alexis slowly turned her head to face Matthew. The engine gave a jump as she pressed the accelerator all the way down. She looked not at the winding road ahead, but full on into Matthew's widening eyes.
"What're you..."
"Matthew, I don't care that you have threatened me. I don't care that you plan on spilling my blood."
The car continued to speed up. It thrashed like a beast with it's hindquarters on fire when the wheels left the paved road and hit a shallow ditch on the side. Without her eyes leaving Matthew's face, Alexis yanked the wheel to the side and put them back on the road with wheels screeching.
"Alexis," Matthew begun.
"I am telling you that I did not give Frank a goddamn thing, that I did not know Professor fuckface had anything worth taking."
The car went off the other side of the road, almost going up on two wheels when it hit the incline of the side of the hill which made one of the canyon walls. Alexis again deftly and blindly pulled the wheel to bring the car back onto the road while Matthew let a small shriek loose.
"Alexis! I’m not…"
"But Matthew," Alexis said without her voice ever leaving that dead calm sound. "For even bringing up Frank, for using his name against me, I'm gonna fucking kill you."
Matthew quickly began to raise his knife.
Alexis brought an amazing amount of force down on the break pedal. The Cadillac lurched alarmingly, attempting in vain to continue the deadly momentum it had been running on. She then quickly pushed down the emergency break pedal and turned the steering wheel into the skid that was just beginning. She could smell the thick, oily stench of burning tires. The screeching of the rubber peeling off onto the asphalt was met with a squealing coming from Matthew's seat.
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