2:27 a.m.

“Harley, Harley wake up there’s a girl outside.” I said, gently shaking him. He jumped and immediately grabbed at my arms, it hurt and I let out a little cry for help. He was angry, really angry.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” He growled. A wave of fear surged through my body, all the way to my stomach making me feel sick. Did he know?

“There’s a girl outside.” I whispered through gritted teeth. That caught his attention, his eyes widened and he looked around but he couldn’t see her yet. “She’s hurt.” I continued. Annoyance flashed his features. We both walked around the boot. Harley probably looked pretty badass with his set stoic facial expression, grey jeans and semi white t-shirt, whereas my feet were the only thing to be seen due to the floral blanket wrapped tightly around me from the neck down. My hair was sticking up in spikes, I will never be able to tame it. I rolled my eyes. He knelt down beside Dang, tears were welling up in her eyes as she looked to me and then back at Harley. Her cheek was beginning to swell up so I turned her head around so I could see it clearly.

“How’d this happen?” I asked her gently, soothingly as if we were all innocent.

“I can’t remember anything…” She said, her eyes were still wide and she brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Harley eyed her off, she was a pretty thing.

“How did you get here?” He asked roughly, looking around. She responded on queue.

“I can’t remember, all I remember is fragments of the car ride and I woke up over there” She responded pointing in the direction we’d originally came, her lips trembled again and she began to cry and started to say sorry, repeatedly like a broken record. Confusion crossed Harleys face, and a flicker of suspicion.

“Wouldn’t I have woken up to the racket of the car?” He said, as if he were onto something. I rolled my eyes, visibly, so he could see me.

“Please, you didn’t even wake up to me singing Adele in the car,” I lied, he frowned.

“But, Adele isn’t really noticeable I guess, like it isn’t abrupt screaming noises. Do some metal next time.” He invoked, intrigued by his deaf-sleep and a bit worried, he needed to be alert in case anything happened, especially out here.

“How far away? And how old are you?” I continued, ignoring Harley. She looked up from her nook and wiped the tears away with her sleeve, which was the same sleeve she wiped the blood away with, which meant that there was a streak of blood painting Dang’s face. Harley sighed and stood up, walking to whatever form of medical kit he had in the boot.

“I’m 20, I don’t know how far away, I’ve been walking for ages…” She said with a sob, but loud enough for Harley to hear. I got up and followed in Harleys footsteps, then I leant over the boot to whisper to him.

“What do you reckon?” I asked him, so Dang couldn’t hear. He shrugged while going through a backpack.

“I reckon that we work with it for now, and if anything pops up we deal with it.” He said, still preoccupied with the bag.

“Wait, you trust her!?” I whispered hurriedly, really confused.

“And you don’t?” He shot back at me, “She looks innocent, besides, I know what it’s like to forget everything, and hopefully it will come back to her. She doesn’t need to say it twice.” He said pulling the band aids and wipes out of the bag finally, but he also pulled out some plastic ties. “And I have been far too nice, this is the brim, I gotta lower it.” He said, leading me back to the car, I knew what was going to happen next. He forced me to sit down in the passenger’s seat, and pulled my arms up to the crooked and near death headrest, tying my wrists to that.

“You probably shouldn’t relax your arms,” He said, “It’ll cut off the circulation to your hands,” He continued. He smiled, then he suddenly stopped smiling and it turned to a sour grimace. He left me to it and tended to Dang.

“What’s your name?” He asked gently, holding her chin in his hands while dabbing at the cut I’d made.

“Dang,” She responded, “but you can call me Red.” She finished.