"No, let me go!" She said as she struggled to squirm from beneath his grip. Refusing to lift her eyes up to see him there. She didn't care who it was. She applied her other hand to his to try and remove it. In her fury she ended up bumping into the wheel and honking the car several times even as he talked. "I wouldn't have<em>cared</em>! I wouldn't have cared if we had to run! It doesn't matter anymore though. None of it matters!" She said in between his words, as she wanted to speak louder than him so she wouldn't have to hear what he had to say. She hated every word of it. Mostly because it felt right, it felt<em>true.</em>It was tearing her up inside and out to have her whole reality fall apart.<br/><br/>She calmed down as he finished his words. She glared at him with tears in her eyes.<br/><br/>Then, she lean forward and kissed him passionately before hitting his chest with a closed fist. "I<em>hate</em>you." In this, really, she meant two things. That she was angry with him, but also, that she loved him. She sat back and looked forwards. She sniffled. "I'd sooner crash myself in this car with the both of us together than lose you again<em>James Thurston</em>." She stated as her eyes fell to the floor of the car, tightening her grip on the keys. Using his name to declare how she did recognize him for who he was.<br/><br/>"Does father recognize you?" She said, without moving to face him, as for now this was what mattered to her. She wondered what her father would think. If he knew what his little girl really had been up to.