Issue #145 : The Surge
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Julian pressed down on the pedal and felt the power running up his leg from the engine. It still got him off to feel the power, whenever he was behind the wheel. The sky above seemed to go streaky as he sped up, the sound from the steel beast actually competing with that of the howling wind. He could sense Laurie squirming in the seat next to him, either from fear of her life, or just because she never could relax or enjoy anything that she didn’t think was absolutely essential. It made no difference. He was the one in control. The girl and her attitude would just have to get over it. He sensed her turning to yell at him again, so he accelerated even more, letting the force drive him back into the seat.
“…the hell out of here!” He couldn’t know for sure, but that was what he thought she had said. She reached out to turn down the radio and yelled at him again. “Just pull over if you’re going to act like a dick. Let me off and I’ll walk home.”
“I’ll let you off, all right,” he said. He turned to look into the confused look on her face as she had failed to hear him over the deafening sounds of the car. The whole time since he met this chick had been one stupid fight after another, this or that. He had no idea what had happened to the girl he had met that night in the bar, three weeks ago. All he knew was that this car was the only thing that made him feel good, and if she couldn’t handle that, she knew where the curb was.
“You’re driving like an idiot, you need to stop!” This time he heard her clearly over the howl of the engine and he pressed down on the accelerator. Maybe it was time to let her take a hike. Maybe a good, hard drive in this sweet ride was the reminder he needed to figure out what was supposed to matter. She sure as shit didn’t make that list.
He realized that his eyes had wandered from the road and he started slightly as he saw the trash can, fallen off the curb and into the street. The girl shrieked as he jerked the wheel to avoid the collision, tumbling into him as he did so. As the seat belt took hold and jerked her back, her scream was cut off with a shrill york sound, and even in the stress from almost scratching up his ride, it made him laugh hysterically.
From the corner of his eye, he could see her trying to get composed, feeling around at her chest as if she was having a God dammed heart attack or something. He could sense her, readying herself for another verbal attack, but just as it seemed like she was drawing in a breath to speak, he let the car drift slightly to the right before turning hard to the left, taking one of the side streets. She slammed against her door and he heard what sounded like the side of her head striking the window.
She was pissed as hell now and he loved every second of it. The grin on his own face creeped higher and higher, stretching the skin as it did so, but he didn’t care. This was perfect.
“I am giving you one last chance to let me the fuck out of here.” Her voice was soft and cool. For the first time, he glanced over and into her lifeless eyes. Grinning, he lifted up his middle finger in salute to her and revved his real girl up another notch. He turned back to the road and watched the darkened houses flying past them on each side.
“Julien.”
He turned at the sound of her voice and nearly lost his grip on the wheel. She was sitting back, leaning against the door and somehow she had made time to unbutton her shirt. She lifted one foot, now barefoot and gracefully extended it over the gear lever until it came to rest on his thigh, sliding slowly upwards toward the promised land. At the same time, he felt his jaw dropping at the sight of the swell of one breast as she ran a finger along the clasp of the front-loaders that he had never seen her wear before.
The brakes squealed and the car fishtailed as he pulled into the parking lot for the community center, triple parking as he roughly threw the car into neutral and lunged for her. He could be convinced to take her out for one more spin before ditching her. Her hands came up behind to caress his neck, and then pulled him down into her breasts, holding him there as he heard her breath speeding up. Moaning himself, he began fumbling at his own pants, sure that if this bitch didn’t start moving things along, he was likely going to finish without her.
“Julien,” she said again. “Wait.”
He barely heard that last when suddenly she was bracing a hand against his chest and shoving him back. He flew up against his own door, letting out a heavy breath from the impact and looked up in shock at the sight of the tire iron, gripped in her hand, now coming down in a wide arc towards him. In his waning moments, he had time for one, absurd thought before darkness rushed in.
Christ, where the fuck did she get that?
Laurie opened the driver’s door and shoved the idiot into the lot. Sliding over behind the wheel, she took in the console and the guages of the one good thing that she had ever gotten out of this worthless relationship. She began to pull out of the lot, glancing at the crumpled heap of moron she had left behind and shook her head. A car like this required skill, finesse and a careful touch. That douchebag couldn’t touch anything without fumbling at it like a drunk prom date. She laughed as she accelerated and lost herself within the sound of its roar. Shaking her head, she finally spoke.
“Don’t she purr, though?”
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