Why Do You Want Me? [02]

"Shit!" I gasped as my head banged against a car window. I straightened up and rested my throbbing head in my hands. Then, I finally realized, that I was in a car. I didn't know why, but I was in a strange car.
"Morning sweetheart," I heard an unfimilar male voice say besides me. "Sleep well?"
I slowly moved my head towards him. "Do I know you?" He laughed, but didn't answer me. "Why am I in your car?"
"Well, first off, not my car," he answered simply. Oh great, I love being apart of grand theft auto."Secondly, you don't know me, but I know you very well." He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see my reaction, which he was obviously pleased with. I must have looked like I was going to vomit. His smile widened. "Also, I'm Morgan."
I swallowed. "Where the hell are we?"
"We're currently on an interstate in Indiana," he replied.
I looked out the window noting that both sides of the road were lined with, what seemed like, endless corn fields. Wait! Indiana? I live in Connecticut! This is over a ten hour drive, how the hell did I sleep through all of it? "Oh god!" I cried. "How did I..."
"Sleep through it? Or how did you end up getting kidnapped in the first place?" He asked, his face brightening.
I chewed on my lip, deciding not to acknowledge him. "Fuck, shit, damn," I muttered to myself. I'm sitting in a car that is speeding down a seemingly abandoned interstate, being held hostage by a pshycopath who is probably planning on killing me once we reach wherever the hell we're going. Not only that, but apparently he had been in my life for quite some time, being that lurker in the shadows that always seemed to follow me wherever I went.
"Don't forget I may have killed your boyfriend," he added. I started shaking as the memory of the gunshot re-entered my mind. For now I was going to ignore the fact that he had somehow read my mind, but what the hell did I know, I could have been saying it all out loud.
"You...you...what?" I stuttered. "You..." I hesitated for a moment. "Killed Nathan?"
He shrugged. "It's a possibility. I mean, when I left him he wasn't looking too good."
I bit down on the inside of my mouth until I tasted blood. I was not going to cry for this man. So, instead I asked in the calmest voice I could muster, "Why do you want me?"
He smiled broadly and drapped the hand that wasn't on the wheel on my shoulders. I shuddered at his touch. "In due time, my dear."
I squirmed away fromhimand pressed myself up against the door. I grabbed onto the handle and curled myself into a ball on the seat. I sat there, hoping that maybe the door would envolpe me.