I awoke when the car finally pulled to a stop for the first time in hours.
"Are we here?" I asked, stretching my stiff muscles in my seat.
"We're stopping for the night. I need sleep to use my powers properly," He explained, popping the trunk and stepping out of the car. I followed after him, glad to stand for the first time in at least 8 hours.
"Where are we?" I asked, looking around. We were surrounded by trees and it was a bit chilly. It was only mid September, but I couldn't help but cradle my arms close to my chest to protect myself from the cool breeze.
"Massachusetts," Atticus explained, slamming the trunk closed and striding toward the building. It was a trashy motel with a red flashing sign that said vacant. I noticed that there was litter all over the crumbling pavement as I walked behind Atticus through the front door. He rang the small bell impatiently, dropping the bag to the ground.
A heavy set woman came around the corner. She was wearing small framed, violet glasses and was drinking something that smelled almost like coffee. Her bright orange colored hair had a few streaks of grey and her squinty, beady brown eyes looked at us with boredom.
"Smokers or nonsmokers?" She asked, walking immediately to a hooked wall with two dozen keys.
"Smokers. The blue room, please," Atticus spoke, pulling out his wallet. The woman paused, before nodding with understanding and abandoning the wall before pulling a necklace from around her neck. On it, were several keys, to which she handed us one.
"It's room B2. How long are you staying?"
"Just one night. We'll be gone by 8 in the morning."
"That'll be $60. Can I help you with anything else?" She wondered.
"She will need a change of clothes," Atticus gestured at me. I looked at him, funny. How much did he expect from a cheap motel?
The lady nodded though.
"I'll have it sent over in 15 minutes," She promised.
Atticus didn't say thank you, but turned on his heel and headed for the room. I thanked her myself before following after, reluctantly. The room was exactly what I expected: Smelling like cigarette smoke, stained and unattractive. That was until Atticus flipped the light switch. Then the room seemed to shed it glamour, instead producing a clean, roomy area that seemed to glow with comfort.
"How the..." I trailed off, shocked.
Atticus quickly shut and locked the door, throwing his bag at the foot of the bed.
"Ok, I'm showering in less then 15 minutes, so if you have questions, ask them now," He demanded, eyeing me carefully.
"Who are you hiding from?"
"Next question."
I looked at him, peeved.
"You said-"
"I'll answer the questions that I deem appropriate," He decided. I puffed my cheeks in annoyance before relenting.
"What is this place?"
"It's a sort of safe house. They take in people like myself when we need somewhere to hide."
"Where are we going?"
"Vermont."
"Are you a criminal?"
"Yes."
I gulped, scared of my next question.
"Have you killed anyone?"
He looked at me, eyes deadly.
"Next question."
"Am I safe with you?" I asked softly.
Atticus jerked like I slapped him.
"I would never hurt you, Kitten," He promised, that sincere, heart melting tone present.
I don't know anything about him. My heart yearned to trust him, but he has killed people! The police are after him, and I just ran away with him? There was a knock on the door and Atticus's head shot up, his eyes sparkling with something dark. In a flash he was at his bag, pulling out something black and small. I knew the metal would be cold in his hands as he weilded the dangerous piece towards the door. He peeked through the eye hole in the door, and stood there for a second. I couldn't take my eyes of the gun though. How long had he had that?
Is that what he used to kill whomever? The way he held it sent a shiver down my spine. He opened the door and took the bag from the person on the other side. He then closed it and locked it securely.
"Here are the clothes. I'm gonna take that shower now. Don't open the door for anybody OK? I'll be out in 10," he assured me before stepping behind a door. I waited a few moments to hear the water turn on before I started pacing anxiously.
"What the hell what the hell what the hell," I whispered, pulling at the roots of my hair. I snatched the bag of clothes from the recliner Atticus threw it on. Inside there was a simple pair of sweat pants, underwear, a plain t shirt and a zip up hoodie. I take a quick look at the bathroom door before changing in lightning speed, almost tripping while sliding on my pants.
What was I going to do?
I couldn't go on the road across country with a murderer even if he was my pair.
Shouldn't you have realized that before you got in the car with him?
I groaned before making up my mind. I'll hitch hike to a city, find an ATM and pull enough to take the grey hound back to New York. It'll be like none of this ever happened.
I took one last look toward the bathroom door, sadness rolling over me. I've waited so long for him... Fate must've finally made their first mistake. I didn't waste anymore time hurrying out the door, shutting it quietly behind me. I started to run. I didn't know where, but I followed the road. And I didn't look back.
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