We had been staying in Oxford for a week now. I didn't allow Tewky to leave the apartment because I didn't know what I would do if he got hurt. Or worse... I needed to stop myself from thinking of such things.
I had completely forgotten that the apartment I chose only had one bed. We had to take turns sleeping on the couch.
On the eighth day in the apartment, I woke up on the couch to a wave of light. I changed into my clothes and did my hair before Tewksbury walked into the main room. Good. I saved myself from the embarrassment that I would've gotten if I didn't change fast enough.
"We need to leave," Tewky said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Outside. I saw one of those... murderers... outside."
"Well, hurry up then! Take your things. We leave at once."
We gather our clothes and rush out the front door.
"Where do we go now?" asked Tewksbury.
"The sewers, of course! It's best to travel underground. But we should put these clothes in a bag so they don't get covered in grime."
After our garments were safely secured, we climbed into the nearest gutter.
We were used to it. The gross smell and look of the sewers, I mean. We had traveled in a sewer for a week to get to Oxford.
I let Tewksbury lead the way because he was the one who found a map of England on the floor. How I missed the map? I do not know.
"We are underneath the New Marston right now so we should be nearing Cherwell Drive."
"Make sure to turn left at Cherwell so we don't end up in Elsfield."
"I could also turn right and go to Headington Cemetary."
"Maybe we could even turn around and head for Botley!"
"We could compromise. You know, right but straight past Dustan Park."
"Yes. Our destination can be the Bartan Pool!"
"Or Mather Road!"
"Compromise and go to Sandhills!"
We headed to Hill View in Sandhills and took a small rinse before checking into one of the motels.
"That was a long walk," I said.
"It sure was. Can you believe we only took a few hours to get here?"
"Time flies."
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Not So Alone ~ Enola Holmes x Viscount Tewksbury
FanfictionI made this story a while back on Archive of Our Own and I decided to publish it here! ~~~ "The first thing you need to know is that my mother named me Enola. She insisted on it, in fact. I know it's an unusual name, but my mother is rather a fan of...
