"It doesn't matter if it's wrong or if it's right"

"How's it going back there?" I asked her. No answer.

The white van in front of me switched lanes and I sped up, enjoying the freedom of the road. We were on Interstate 51, the "loneliest road in America" according to the locals. With the exception of the van I hadn't seen any cars for the past ten miles.

It was wonderful.

Amelia was happy, too. She hated traffic. She would never drive during rush hour unless absolutely necessary. If she were let off of work an hour early, she would purposely hang around until the traffic had died down a little.

A bit overcautious, I thought. Now, I had no problem with traffic, or bad weather, or any sort of danger. Taking a risk was often necessary to get what you wanted.

Amelia should know that by now. In what other way could she have ended up in my arms, if I hadn't taken a chance with her?

But now she was with me and she loved me. She had to love me. There was no other choice.

"Are you okay, baby? Do you wanna stop for a drink? Or go to the restroom?"

Again, no answer.

I frowned, trying to concentrate on the road even though the voices in my mind were screaming at me. She obviously was refusing to speak to me. What had I done wrong? Why was she mad at me? I didn't do anything. Hell, I was being generous even offering to stop. Anyone else in my position would've kept on driving. I sure as hell didn't need to take a piss.

Or did I say something wrong? Crap. I probably did.

I decided to apologize to Amelia even though I wasn't sure what I'd done wrong, exactly, to deserve the silent treatment.

Keeping one eye on the road, I twisted my head to the backseat where Amelia was laying sprawled out on her side.

"I'm sorry, baby –" I stopped mid-sentence and began to laugh at myself. Hah! How stupid I was!

Amelia wasn't giving me the silent treatment. She'd hadn't any choice. I'd forgotten to remove her gag.

"Hold on, let me pull over and I'll help you out of that. It's gotta be uncomfortable."

"....You're so considerate and wonderful," the voices in my head told me. Strangely enough, they all had Amelia's voice.

"I know," I said aloud and put on my turn signal. Pulling over to the side of the road, I unbuckled my safety belt and got out of my seat. Moving felt wonderful. I'd been driving for the past twelve hours now, ever since I picked Amelia up after work. My legs had gotten beyond stiff and my butt had been numb since we left Kentucky.

Moving to the back of the car, I opened the rear door and climbed in, carefully making sure my knees didn't accidentally kick Amelia's prone body. Straddling her on her middle, I carefully untied the gag and removed it from her mouth.

"There," I said. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Who..." she rasped out, coughing as she spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

I rolled my eyes. I'd already explained this to her once before, but I guess she'd been so excited to see me that she'd forgotten. Silly Amelia.

"You know who I am, baby. I'm Teddy. Your boyfriend."

She glared at me, her big, pretty eyes looking beautiful. She'd always looked extra sexy when she was angry. I smiled at her.

"I don't have a boyfriend," she said. "I'm a lesbian."

"No, you're not," I explained. "I'm your boyfriend and you're my girlfriend, all because we're madly in love with one another. I've been watching you for two years now. I know more about you than that stupid lesbo slut you've been hanging around with would ever know."

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she went limp.

"Hey. Hey!" I yelled and slapped her gently, trying to wake her up.

She groaned and I slapped her again, a bit harder. "Wake up, Amelia. It's too bright outside to go to sleep."

She mumbled, "I can't feel my hands."

"I know," I said.

"Really can't feel them. They're numb. So're my feet."

"That's because I tied them up with rope," I explained. "For some reason, when I picked you up after work you tried to hit me and run away. I figured you were just excited, but just in case I tied you up with rope so you wouldn't accidentally kick me again."

"Take 'em off," she slurred, her eyes still half-closed as she lay limply across the back seat of my car.

"Sorry, babe, I can't."

"-y not?"

I laughed. She was so silly. I'd already told her this, usually during the nights when I watched her sleep from the tree outside her window. She was normally such a good listener – never interrupting me even as I poured my heart out all night long. That was one of the reasons why I loved her.

"Because, baby," I said, "I need you to stay put until we reach our new home. It's back in the woods, far away from anybody, so there's no need for you to be scared of crowds or driving or anything. I'm taking you away from all that."

"Tell her tell her tell her," screamed the voices in my head.

"And after we get there, we'll be married," I told her. Her eyes snapped open and, with obvious effort, she lifted her head, scowling defiantly. Amelia was so cute.

"The fuck you said, you fucking psychopath! I ain't going anywhere with you and I sure as hell ain't marrying you. Let me go!"

"She's just teasing," explained the voices. "She's actually very thrilled, but playing it coy."

"You don't have to act so shy, baby. I know how happy you are."

"The fuck I am!" she screamed, right in my ear. "I don't even know you, asshole!"

"Of course you do," I protested. "I'm your boyfriend. Teddy. We've been dating the past two years. You love me. You want to be my wife."

She began to struggle underneath me, her body bucking back and forth against the modified seat belts I'd strapped her in with. "I don't want to do shit with you, you freak. I don't even know you and, now that I've met you, I hate your fucking guts! I hate you! I hate y-"

I slipped the wet, gnawed-on gag back in her mouth and tied the ends into a knot behind her head.

"Don't worry," said the voices. "She's just playing hard to get. Pre-wedding jitters."

"But she said she hated me," I said aloud, crawling out of the backseat to stand up beside my car. "Why'd she say that? She's my girlfriend."

The voices didn't respond and I sighed and looked back at Amelia. She'd fainted again. She was lying peacefully on the cushions of the backseat, her golden hair spread out away from her head like a halo. She looked so beautiful, lying there. I loved watching her sleep.

Amelia's voice rang aloud in my head, pure as church bells on a wedding day. "I love you very much, sweet Teddy. You're my boyfriend and I'll always do what you say, because I love you." It was amazing how she could talk to me when her lips didn't move.

"Thanks, babe," I said. "I love you, too."

Getting back in the driver's seat, I pulled back into the road and continued onwards towards our future together.

Author notes

Based on "I need you tonight" by the Backstreet Boys.

Selected lyrics:

"And baby I know
I need you
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
I really need you, oh

I need you tonight (I need you, oh I need you baby)
I need you right now (It's gotta be this, it's gotta be this)
I know deep within my heart
No, it doesn't matter if it's wrong or it's right
All I know is baby
I really need you tonight"


Uh huh. YOU tell me that THOSE aren't total stalker lyrics? Huh?

Heh.

Thanks to Ethereal Butterfly for the idea!

****For Contest*****

Link for complete lyrics: http://www.lyrics007.com/Backstreet%20Boys%20Lyrics/I%20Need%20You%20Tonight%20Lyrics.html

Link for Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UUz7wGBzmA

Fav Undies: Comfy Cotton Bikini Undies
Would I?: Hell no! Think of all the germs! Unless the person wearing them had previously taken a bath in hand sterilizer or something. Ugh.

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  • forevermyangel14
    December 28, 2007
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    nice
    thanks for entering


  • fierra
    December 28, 2007

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    well,it not dark and gory..i love that about this piece..It's chillin,yes,and scary...It's like stephen king's story..some of his story,you need to visualise that you are one of the characters..That's what makes is scary and chilling..

    Nice job with this..u deserve those trophies...


  • UndercoverShinoda
    July 18, 2007

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    Oh, wow! This was really chilling. It reminded me of a book/movie I want to read/see, "The Collector" in the way that Teddy just seems to see no wrong in what he's doing. Very chilling, very good, well written and it kept me oddly hooked throughout. A fantastic story.

    However, I'm sorry to say you missed a couple of my rules that involved putting certain things in your author's notes. You didn't put a link to the full lyrics, a link to somewhere I could listen to the song, or tell me your favourite type of underwear and you didn't tell me whether you'd eat a candy thong if someone had worn it. Please correct this as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to DQ you and this is such a wonderful story, I don't want to have to do that.

    Good luck.


    • Delfishie
      July 21, 2007
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      darn it!

      Sorry about that! I fixed the Author's Notes to comply with the rules of the contest (they're near the bottom).

      ...Although the underwear question kinda disturbed me, considering how deeply I had to think about it before answering. *grins*


  • sodancewithsoda silver member
    July 18, 2007

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    Wow, this has to be one of the most twisted stories about unrequited love that I have ever read the beginning made it seem like a guy reminiscing on stuff he noticed about his love that bit added this "aww" factor, and I was really floored when I read on and discovered that he was just this disillutioned man.. delusional... and omg, haha, if I had been in the girl's shoes, I'd be more than terrified.

    I really enjoyed reading this You have put such a beautiful twist on a tale that could have been so "ordinary" ^_^ thanks so much for entering and good luck with the contest


  • Sunless Spirit
    July 14, 2007
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    This should be a classic!


  • k8fairy
    July 3, 2007

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    I always thought they were stalker lyrics! But I have been accused of making lyrics bad when they actually aren't before, like stings song 'Every move you make, every step you take, I'll be watching you' Come on! That is so a stalker song! Thank you for making me think I am not crazy after all


  • On.Cue
    July 2, 2007

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    Wow, you did very well capturing the mind of a well, crazy man. It's kind of freaky how you got it so well, buthaha who cares. It was great =)

    Thanks for entering my contest


  • The Wall
    May 29, 2007

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    I thought

    that the lyric was taken from The Police song Roxanne. Very good story, and very interesting. Good write!


  • Andy Stephenson gold member
    May 24, 2007

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    Tough to beat.

    I figured that your story would be a hard one to beat, so I decided to read it before I wrote mine for her contest. Do you really feel a victim finding herself in this predicament would be so defiant? Wouldn't common sense suggest that she play along until he untied her. Also after being gagged for a long period, she would probably find it difficult to speak at first. Other than those two observations, an excellent story as usual.

    Andy


  • kelseyo
    May 22, 2007

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    Whoa. The Backstreet Boys are some perverted little boys aren't they? I liked this, I really got into the story. Thanks for entering.
    xoxo
    Kelsey


  • Ade Conway
    May 7, 2007

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    Muhahahahaaaaaa! Awesome. I think this is an interesting reflection of how people sometimes think things are (whether they're schizophrenic or not) vs. how they really are. I demand a sequel!


  • eyeambaldman
    May 5, 2007

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    This was awesome! I was thinking the same thing about these two "lovers" until he realized she still had the GAG in her mouth!!!! Yes! This dude was a freak! Super nice yet quite obsessive. Oh boy, what a whack-job!!!!

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.


  • EtherealButterfly
    May 5, 2007

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    I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!!

    Sorry for the sudden burst of excited emotion but I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU'VE ENTERED MY CONTEST and not only did you enter the contest BUT YOUR STORY WAS REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOOOOOD!!!! And you're right, those lyrics are stalker-ish!!!

    At first read, I thought they were a normal couple having a lover's spat, though the voices speaking to him worried me just a little, I was wondering if he was crazy and then lo and behold...here's the kicker folks...HE IS!!! SWEET! I look forward to the continuation...YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST CONTINUE THIS AND THEN ENTER THE REST!!! I say that because now that I have one entry, I'll be needing two others...so...your story could be one or both of those others...think about it...

    THANK YOU SOOOO SOOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR ENTERING MY CONTEST!!! I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE GIVEN ME HOPE!!!! GOOD LUCK!!! Of course, you won't need it because you're already a finalist!

    • Delfishie
      May 14, 2007
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      hee!

      No problem!

      I just checked your contest page and now you have TWO entries! Hah! I have competition now! And it's Harry Potter-riffic!

      Woo! People are entering your contest!

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