You Don't Know What They Do To Guys Like Me In Prison

I glanced at the dashboard on this new piece of junk I’m driving, then back to the yet silent man beside me. He still stares out the window, despite my having been driving for the past three hours. I cleared my throat, which elicits no response from him. My eyes narrowed a little and I coughed a bit louder. Still, I was ignored.

“Ahem.” I finally gave up on the formalities. “Damn it, will you just look at me?” My blazing eyes were met with an icy stare. I sighed resignedly, rubbing my temples. All traces of his previous fear were gone, now replaced with a pure hatred for my very soul. “Look, we’re stuck together now. The least you could do is be friendly.”

“And why the hell does being stuck with you mean I have to be friendly?” His voice snapped at me, making me cringe.

“It would make this a lot more pleasant.” I muttered.

“Pleasant? PLEASANT? Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You think that this hell could actually be pleasant?!”

“Evidently, yes.”

“You...” He was shaking now, a broiling rage bottled up in his eyes. “You are even stupider than I first thought. And now I’m stuck with you! I’m stuck on a road trip WITH A GODDAMN PSYCHOPATH!”

I huffed from my position at the driver’s side. “There’s no need to be rude.”

“Rude? Me, rude?!” His eyes went impossibly wider, and I let out a groan.

“Here we go again…”

“Well excuse me, but I wasn’t the one who snatched a person from under a table and held them at gunpoint! I wasn’t the one who threatened kill someone innocent if the police didn’t let me leave! I wasn’t the one that shoved a defenseless person in front of him to avoid being hit by a sniper rifle! And unless I’m mistaken, I am most certainly not the one dragging a hostage on a road trip with someone who needs to be locked up in a fucking psych ward!” Frank was seething now, and I’m pretty sure if he were a dog he wouldn’t need rabies to be foaming at the mouth.

“Christ, calm down, it’s not like I chose you specifically.” I rolled my eyes, which only seemed to infuriate him further.

“OH. So it’s all peppy cheery then? You didn’t choose me, and so that makes it all better? Is that what you’re saying?! Just because I happened to be someone nearby and not a planned victim makes it not so bad?! Makes it okay?!”

“Um… I guess so?” I shrugged nonchalantly, at which he looked very near to attempting to strangle me. He restrained himself, though, taking very large breaths to ever so slowly calm himself down. Not that it really worked, truthfully. I suppose he looked a bit less… murderous? Yeah, murderous. Less like that. Now more than anything he just seemed rather ticked off- which, I could live with.

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