Chapter Twenty-Five

We were not driving home. The deformed Harley Quinn girl in the front seat was taking routes that were unfamiliar to me.

“Hector?” I called out to him in a breathless whisper. My energy levels were deteriorating faster than a damaged phone battery. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was saying its last goodbyes before heading off to sleep. “Where are we going?” I asked him after I got a hum as a response.

“My place.” He told me. His voice was much deeper and louder now that my head was resting on his shoulder.

“Why your place?” Ken asked. Ken was not happy that Hector had his arms around me. He tried to protest before we got into the car when Hector wanted to place me by his door then Hector eventually allowed me to sit in the middle between him and Ken to maintain peace. Ken was just being a little too extra. Unnecessarily.

“You need to get that thing out of your systems.” Hector said. I wasn’t understanding him so I picked my head up to look at him but it started throbbing