Broken Desires

~Home~

When we arrived to mine, I was so tired and weak. Striker got off BombProof and carried me bridal-style into my house and sat me down at the table and gave me a cigarette and lit it.
He handed me a bottle of water and fixed me up a meal and ran the bath.
"Are you okay sugar?" He asked.
I nodded tiredly, taking a drag of my cigarette and drinking the water.
He got a warm, wet cloth and began cleaning the blood from my face and neck.
"What happened? Why did you leave?"
"They know something we don't. I heard Demitre talking to someone, planning to use me as bait for the Boa. Something just didn't add up correctly and I had this uneasy feeling the whole time. I just had to get out" I explained with a croaky voice.
"How did you get so far without your bike?" He asked, curiously.
"The first few days were fine, I slept during the day and jogged on the night. Some days I wouldn't sleep and just keep jogging or skipping. After the water was gone, I was hallucinating and it all went downhill until I found the boar" I answered.
After I finished my cigarette, I stood up and almost instantly i winced viciously. My feet were in agony and I could see the blood on my shoes. I sat back down and slowly took them off. My feet looked like I'd walked a mile on broken glass.
"Here" Striker stood beside me. "Put your weight on me"
I wrapped my arm around his waist, as he did with me and I leant on him. He seemed stronger than usual. He sat me on the edge of the bathtub and sat on the counter, looking away.
I took off my jeans slowly, got undressed and slowly lowered myself into the tub, hissing as my feet entered the water. Everything was so sore and aching. I just let myself soak for now, talking to Striker about what happened in the desert.
My bones were so stiff I could barely reach up, my skin was burnt, cracked and painful.
"Need some help?" He offered.
"It's just my hair, my shoulders are absolutely killing from the weight of that bag" I explained.
He got up and handed me a small hand towel "Cover yourself if you want and I'll do your hair"
I wet the towel and covered up my chest and lady parts with it. "Are you sure?" I asked.
Why was he being so nice to me?
He nodded and gave me a warm smile as he poured water over my hair lightly, making sure it wouldn't get into my eyes.

After my bath, the water had turned red, Striker took off his shirt so it didn't get wet and he helped me out.
He carried me, wrapped in a towel, and placed me on the bed.
I dried myself off and moisturised all of my skin before getting dressed.
He brought me a drink, and a cigarette. "I've ordered food" He said "is it okay if I get a shower?" He was so polite.
"Yeah, go for it" I smiled. "I can't promise I can carry you out though" I giggled and he did with me before exiting the room.
I laid down and put a movie on, while waiting for Striker. I've never had someone care for me this much, especially now that I can't walk on my own. He was so nice, he helped me out, made sure I was warm, respects my privacy, even washed my hair.
Oh no.
Was I catching feelings?

Striker soon came in with a towel wrapped around his waist and gave me another warm smile which I returned. I then looked away while he put some boxers and trousers on.
He then went and got food, a packet of cigarettes and some wine and whiskey for himself before sitting next to me.
"We deserve it, you even more" he set up two plates full of food and poured me a glass of wine.
"We fully do" I smiled and took a sip of my wine. I only ever drunk wine as a treat, when I've had a tough day and chilling out.
We dug into our food, exited to taste something other than boar meat.

After food, we had a cigarette each and spoke while we drunk.
"So how long did they keep you there for? I was in the desert for more than 10 days" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but the days where way longer there. I'm sure one of them lasted 36 hours. Which explains why you got so stressed being there, because they wanted us to work 20 hours. I timed it one day, but once they caught on, they let me go, the days seemed so much shorter outside, and I was focussed on finding you, every now and again, I passed an empty bottle or a boar corpse or some burnt wood and I thought I was going to see you soon, I got BombProof going 200mph at one point"
"I really walked that far?" I was shocked.
"You must've done, it explains why you're so worn down"
"Another thing. I thought you wanted to kill me?" I was confused but I needed to clear it up.
"When we was at your club and you told me about your mother, I cancelled it, I told her I wasn't going to do the job" He answered.
I leaned onto him as he put his arm around me, lighting a cigarette.
"It's safe to say the sand is not a good mattress" I giggled.
"I know, I feel crippled from that desert, but your bed is so comfy" he giggled too.
We moved the rubbish from the bed as we cuddled.
"That desert really did a number on you didn't it?" He said, stroking my hair.
"Yeah, I don't plan on going back anytime soon" I began to get sleepy as I finished my cigarette.
I soon got under the duvet with Striker and I lead with my head on his chest and leg over his.
"Nanight sugar" He kissed my forehead.
These fucking butterflies were doing cartwheels and acrobatics.
"Nanight handsome" I nuzzled my face closer to him.
I was so happy to be back home, especially now.
We both drifted off to sleep quite fast and pleasantly.