The howling

I was glancing out the car window that steamed up with every breath I took. Rain splattered against the glass and my reflection was gloomy and emotionless, like a mask. I had been forced to hide my emotions from a young age as not to raise suspician. They said it would be a great thing for me to be able to do. Not that I wanted to. It just felt like I had no choice.

My driver glanced in the rear view mirror at me, I could tell what he was thinking. Even with his dark sunglasses on in the pouring rain and a thin line for his lips. Skin that hung from his saggy face like a bloodhound's I could still tell what he was thinking. I looked away. I didn't want to see his stupid face watching me. Wanting me. I swear if he wasn't paid the ridicules amount that he gets he would have me. I hated the fact he watched me, my body, everything about me made him want me more. I couldn't help what I looked like though.

My thick chocolate hair ran straight down to my shoulders, layered though it was it was still a nightmare to look after. My wide, chilling sea green eyes that watched him as he was watching me now. My pale skin as delicate as the roses petals made me almost appear ill but my rosy lips would give me away.

"You should concentrate more on the road." I murmured. I gave him one more nasty look before he grunted in agreement and looked away but no doubt he still snuck quick glances at me when I wasn't watching.

Suddenly almost as if I was expecting it I looked up quickly. I don't know what I'd just heard but it wasn't to be taken lightly, not something I would pass off as the wind.

"Listen." I wispered. He continued to drive down the wide, straight road. "Would you stop the car and listen!" I yelled at him. I heard the screech of the tyres on the tarmac and the smell of petrol. I looked up and saw my driver pouring petrol all over the leather seats. I gasped.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed at him.

"What does it look like?" He replied in a rough voice.

"You can't do this." I stamered. I couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't do this to me. He got paied to look after me. To drive me around he just couldn't do this. The petrol spilled out of the can everywhere. I sat curled up in my seat not moving. Too scared to object or try to stop him.

"Watch me." he leaned into me and his lips crashed against mine. I strugled to free myself but being my body-gaurd he was just way too strong. I shoved him hard but he wouldn't let go. I finally kicked him hard between his legs and he coiled over in pain. I shoved him hard off of me and nicked his lighter out of his pocket. He lay on the seat groaning. I opened the door, kicking over the petrol can as I lept out of the car. My boots were covered in petrol. I shook them off and ran another few metres before flicking the lighter and throwing it behind me. I didn't stop to see it. I ran faster than I even thought possible.

I heard yells, screams, cursing. I turned around and saw the car engulfed in falmes that blinded me with brillient orange in the dark night. I looked around me. There was not a house in sight, not a phone box, nothing. Just me and miles and miles of dark forrest with closly packed trees.

I took one last look at the car and set off at a steady jog into the trees after the howling I had heard. It was calling me. Deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest. Why didn't I just stop? Simple, I couldn't.