Alternative Treatment?

Gerard is such a Marylander, he drives like he owns the whole state of New Jersey. He doesn't let any other car in his way and goes many miles above the speed limit. The cops don't seem to give a shit, eating some donuts like it was their job. He also refused to let me wear a seatbelt, and when I tried to strap myself in, he cut the belt.

"You doing okay, Frankie?" he asked, those incredible eyes looking right through me.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh. I'm fine, just holding tightly for my life so I don't fly out the window," I remarked sarcastically. Did I mention Gerard left the windows in the front opened all the way while we were driving high speed?

"Oh, I can fix that," he laughed and pressed a button. It opened the backseat's windows as well.

Snarling, I tightened my grip even more. "Why don't I call the cops on you already?"

" I cut the cables to your landline and smashed your cellphone," he smiled, satisfied. "Oh, and you love me too much to call the cops on me."

Am I going to get out of this alive? I look at Gee, who is laughing hysterically. At that point, I'm a goner. He could kill me any minute. "But he was right when he said I love...." I say to myself, inaudible.

Wait a fucking second. I do love him. But why do I love him if I hate everything about him? He's basically a bully taking a kid's lunch money. I only love who he was with his medication. I didn't love this criminal. I am out of my mind.

"Gerard, where are we going?" I asked.

He placed a finger on my lips. "Shh. Don't make me cut off your tongue."

Fuck. I did not see that coming. Guess I'll be mute now. Sighing, I just stared at the window, watching cars pass by. Crime scenes on every corner. Little kids walking to the candy store. Movie theaters. Mausoleums. Many, many places.

"Frank, that was a joke," Gerard laughed kind of nervously. "Being near your boss really got an effect on my morbid humor."

"Oh."

"Come on, lighten up, Frankie," he tried to cheer me on, but it wasn't working. "Truth is, I don't know where we're going."

"Really?" I got up from my slump.

"And truth is, I'm lying to you," Gerard chuckled. I was going to ask more questions until he turned on the radio to the song, Riders On The Storm.

I looked to the window with my chin rested on my palm, occasionally gazing at Gerard. The third time the song repeated the phrase 'riders on the storm', I turned to see how Gerard would react to the next line. He mouthed the next line with a large smile and large eyes, as if he was planning something.

The line he mouthed caused me to shiver. It was 'there's a killer on the road'.

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