"You're not heading home?" Adrian sked quietly.
"Of course I am. But not after dropping you off at your own home," Alexander replied, swerving the car to another road.
Adrian gulped.
'Why didn't it feel like home anymore?' He wondered, staring out at the familiar street that now looked strange.
"Why, boss? Why are you bringing me back here-oh!" He gasped he the car suddenly screeched to a stop, sending him forward, and he would have smashed his head on the dashboard if he hadn't braced his hand on it.
"Get out," Alexander snapped angrily.
"Boss?" Adrian asked, catching his breath from the near-death experience.
"Don't make me use force, Adrian," Alexander said, not glancing at Adrian.
Adrian stared out at the lonely street, that part of the street was always dangerous, homeless pickpockets and other criminals usually resided there.
He never walked this part. A taxi was safer or with a company. But now, Alexander was ditching him in the middle of danger without a thought.
