Great escape - I

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Y/n's POV-

"Hey, hey get up." Danny pulled a sour face as his eyes seemed to hurt themselves at the sight of me. "We need to leave, darling." I noticed a map of the states behind him, he had a road marked in red marker. It lead straight to Fulton, Illinois. "Danny..." I grumbled, my head pounding. "I think this time I might need medical care." I hissed. "We can't, darling, I would if I could but we'll just get arrested." He leant down to me and rubbed my rope-burned wrists. "All the way in Illinois?" I frowned, he realised now what I meant. "I have a suitcase of about 6,000+ dollars, we'll find it out when we get there, for now we'll need to quickly clean you up." He was rushing and it took time for me to get a grip. He shoved a couple pills down my throat and insisted I drink water, which I did. I assumed they were painkillers but was too tired to ask. He went to wet a towel and I swear I heard him mutter a quick 'I'm sorry' to me. It was a gentle reminder of Danny's actual self. He'd been absent for some time. He cleared my face of any blood and picked the map and suitcase up, stuffing the map into it and then grabbing his car keys. "Sweetheart, get up, please we need to go right now." He looked down at me, hoping for the best. I used all of my strength to get up, grunting and using a nearby cabinet for stability. He left the door before me and I grabbed my clothes bag and the bottle of wine, after muttering a quick "you're driving."

We made our way down the fire escape stairs, my head wasn't that bad as when I got too dizzy I could always grip onto the stairwell and I passed off as drunk, given what I was holding. No one came close enough or was even sober enough to notice my head wound. I'm always so lucky with these, I should really have brain damage... or at least stitches.

Danny's car lights blinked as we entered the underground parking lot. "Where was this? I knew you could drive, just didn't know you had a car." I got in after him, throwing my clothes in the back next to a backpack I saw him sling over his shoulder before we left. I knew Danny didn't have emotional attachment to clothes like I did so he'd probably just buy some more all the way in Illinois as the backpack was far too small for clothes. As soon as we got in the car Danny stopped what he was doing, after setting the map up.

"Y/n..."

"Yes?"

I clicked my seat belt, setting the wine inbetween my legs and snatching a beanie from the cup holder, placing it over my pulsating wound. I winced a little and turned to him.

His eyes clouded up, he studied my image, my tired eyes, my chapped, bloodied bottom lip and how emotionally absent I was at the moment. It took me a quick moment to defrost at the eye contact.

"I am so, so sorry. I'm sorry. I hate this, I wish that it wasn't always you that got hurt, and you're still sat here beside me, doing all my evil things with me with little to no hesitation." He held his head in his hands. "Y/n, I ruined you." He looked up at me long enough to see a singular tear fall down onto his cheek, and then another. "Hey, hey, don't cry. I understand how you feel but Danny, us speeding off into the middle of nowhere could be a fresh start." I was in his position now, comforting someone's tears, usually mine but now his. I had to admit it felt strange to see him cry. I placed a hand on his knee and leant to kiss him with my not so soft lips, I pecked his lips. "Drive."

He put his foot down and off we went, out onto the street. It was quiet, as we were on edge, anticipating anyone to come from around a corner and catch us. I took hesitant sips from the wine bottle, wishing for this to all just be a bad dream and to wake up at home beside him. I didn't want to leave. Shit, I'd forgotten a lot of stuff... well I had my phone in my back pocket and I could see a charger on the floor. And of course I had my clothes, so I had few complaints. We had a long way to go and I trusted Danny with my life... this was a great time for a powernap.

An hour later...

"Hey, I got you some snacks, we stopped at a gas station." He spoke nonchalantly, placing a mars bar, a packet of crisps and a pepsi bottle into my lap. "You think that's smart, they'll recognise you." "Nope, all they know is I'm just some guy in casual clothing, pretty much pajamas, with messy hair buying snacks. I could be any drug addict." He eyed himself in the rearview. "Thanks." I sighed, sitting up and unwrapping a chocolate bar. "You're welcome, sweetheart." He started to drive again. We seemed to be out of Pennsylvania weirdly enough. "Where are we?" I frowned, scoffing the chocolate. "Ohio." "Oh." "Yeah."

"There should be a motel nearby, before we leave Ohio, you need a good night's sleep." He rubbed my cheek for a second. I just nodded, dozing off again.

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