Chapter 5

"His million-dollar sports car?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Were you thinking at all? Or did your brain get rattled by all the studs on that jacket?"

He glared at me. "I don't need you to lecture me!"

"Trust me, I don't want to," I said, standing up. "Now, pack a bag."

I stood up, though I was still a head shorter than him.

"What?" he snapped.

I said, "We're leaving."

He was confused.

"Unless you want to be skinned alive by your father when he gets back," I stated matter-of-factly. "We need to disappear."

"Disappear to where?" he demanded.