Ready to Run

Chapter 3 - Run

H a r r y

Who would ever think that they could find a runaway bride inside a pillow truck? I could feel by her silence and actions that she overthinks so much. She even sometimes uttered the words loudly and I was trying to hold my laugh the whole time, seeing her talking to herself. She didn't realise that she was inside a truck so I could clearly hear her whispers.

She was so nervous that she didn't notice that her legs were shaking. I felt it because she accidentally placed her legs on my crotch. I didn't want her to freak out, mostly scream or make any noise so I let that happen. In fact half of our bodies were buried with pillows so we couldn't see what's underneath.

After knowing that I was running from the police, I knew that probably, inside her mind, she thought I was a bad a person. She was acting like she was trapped inside with a murderer or a rapist and I was smirking, seeing her like that.

"What's your name by the way?" I asked. I cringed as she jittered, feeling her legs on my crotch as it shook again anxiously.

"My name's Ice." She uttered slowly, practically scared about how a burglar was asking for her name.

"Ice? That's a really nice name. Why did they give you a name like that?" I asked. I need her to get comfortable with me so that she'll soon to realise not all burglars are the same.

I wasn't that kind of person that everyone had thought. I have a sister whom I value so much. Some people steal things for themselves, but I do it for other people. I grew up in an orphanage with my younger sister. I hated seeing people in an abysmal condition, especially young children. It's really unfair how other people, specifically those who are rich that waste their money on drugs, on buying stuffs they don't need, on doing things that would satisfy them for minutes and just do whatever they wanted to do for themselves. They are so selfish.

"I was born on winter." She finally said. I looked at her after having a long thought. She was holding her head, having heavy breath.

"I feel like I'm going to vomit." She said weakly. Her voice was filled with fear and trepidation.

"I couldn't breathe." She spoke again. I thought she was lacking of air due to the airtight place.

"Can I touch your face?" I asked. We both couldn't use our sense of sight, so the best thing to communicate with her was by touching or hearing.

"Wh-why?" She asked, gasping.

"Let me check what's wrong with you." 

I slowly groped for her face, but I couldn't find it as I felt a cold hand grabbing my wrist. She slowly led my hand to her face as I finally touched her forehead to know her body temperature, it was sweaty and hot. She was feeling nauseate. I let my fingertip slid to her face. It was soft, but as soon as I was heading my fingertips downwards, my fingertip met her lips. It was dry, chopped and cold.

I used my other hand to support her face, slowly leaning inside, but I was stopped by a strong slap on my face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked, slightly raising her voice. 

"Do you want to live?" I asked back. "I'm giving you a chance. I'll give you some air stupid brat." I spat.

She remained silent as she whispered "Fine." I assisted her body and for endless time of arguing, I finally made her lied down. I told her to remove the zipper of her dress so she could breathe and she finally agreed after realising that I wouldn't even see anything because it was dark.

She valued her body than her safety. This girl.

"Just think that I'm doing this for you to save your life, not for anything else." I reminded as I used both of my hands to kiss her. More like, to give her air.

I bet she was too weak to argue with me so she let me do it. She thanked me after she felt better. She sat up, resting her head against the wall but the truck was jerking, making her felt dizzy.

I told her she could lie down on my lap so it's more comfortable as she slowly fell asleep.

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I c e

I woke up feeling groggy as I took deep breaths. I remembered that I was trapped inside this truck of pillow as some happenings flashed back.

I realised that I was lying down on his lap, but he was asleep so I stayed on my position.

I slowly touched my lips, remembering how soft his lips were.

 My first kiss was a stranger.

I knew that this guy was using his kindness so that once I got comfortable with him, he will rape me or murder me or hostage me. I don't know? What can he do? Am I being too paranoid? Or I'm just being over protective to myself?

Isn't it ironic how my parents grew us with a belief "don't talk with strangers" when I, myself is going to marry someone I don't really know that much? I just knew Axel for his name, as a rich lawyer, not for who he is and what he does. Well, we're not even married yet but he's acting so immature and dominant already.

I sat up and rested my head on the wall of the truck, placing a pillow under my head.

I looked at Harry as a small light from the outside gave me a chance to see his features. He looked really attractive as a burglar. His impeccable lips were shaped like a heart, his jaw line was sharp and his dark long eyelashes were curled up although his eyes were closed.

He slowly moved, inhaling a deep breath as his green eyes met mine. I quickly looked away before he noticed that I'd been staring at him, awkwardly sitting up straight.

He let out a small cough as we both noticed that the truck stopped. I slowly moved my head back at him to see what he was doing.

"The truck stopped." He noticed.

"What are we gonna do now?" I asked nervously, having no idea how to escape from this impasse.

We're both stupid to waste our time inside the truck, not planning what to do next when the truck stopped. Now we were panicking, or I must say, I'm panicking because this guy seemed like he was chill and he has his own plans, knowing that in any minute, they will open the truck and we might get arrested if they saw us here inside.

"Where are your heels?" He asked randomly, reaching his hand on me.

I looked at his hands, then to him. Now he wanted my heels? Is he gay or he's interested in selling it?

"Ice, where the fuck are your heels? Do you want to get out of here or?" He whispered-shout looking at me. I slowly reached for my feet underneath, groping for my heels as I touched something soft. It intrigued me what it was so I pulled it out, but it was hard as I looked at Harry who was trying to hold his laugh while his face looked like he was suffering in pain.

"What the heck are you doing?" I asked, staring at him as I stopped.

"That's my d-dick." He stuttered as my eyes widened in repugnance. 

"What the actual fuck?" I pulled out my hands, looking at it. "No eew!" I screamed as the door of the truck opened. I covered my eyes, feeling like I was temporarily blind because of the light. My eyes were adjusting to the light when a warm hand gripped my hand.

"Are you ready to run?" He asked as his grip tightened.

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