Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
CW: Smut, oral sex, comfort sex, discussions of childhood sexual abuse in the foster care system.
Once again, please vote AND comment.
SADIE
MOTEL 6 || LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY
We didn't talk much during the drive. Bucky smoked cigarettes and grabbed himself a coffee so he could stay awake. His hand remained on my thigh while he drove, and he was just... there. Quiet, contemplative, but there if I needed to talk. It was sweet, but I didn't really know what the fuck to say.
I killed my rapist tonight.
In cold blood, I shot the man who has been tormenting me and this town for years.
And I feel empty. There's no remorse, regret... none of that shit.
The only thing I regret is not being able to stick around to help my dad clean up the bar. He said we didn't have time to get too deep into it.
I traced the top of his hand with my fingertips, outlining each tattoo. I wove my fingers in his and squeezed, and Bucky just smiled as he stared out the window. He played me love songs from the playlist on his phone, and let me stare out the window for as long as I wanted. There was no pressure to have a big meltdown or revelation about what I had done. It was just two people sitting in comfortable silence while they contemplated the fact that the universe has officially bound them in the strangest way possible.
"Hey, sugar," Bucky's warm, honeyed voice fills my ear as he brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "Time to wake up."
Somewhere along the way, I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes, we're parked in front of a motel that looks like it's lit by golden light. It's a little grimy, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm a fucking fugitive. It's not like we can be choosy.
My eyes feel swollen, and I rub them until I see stars.
"Are we in California?" My voice is hoarse.
He chuckles, kissing me on the cheek.
"No, baby. Not yet. We're in Louisville."
I turn to him, frowning. I almost melt when I see the streetlights hit bright blue eyes, making them gleam.
"Why the fuck are we in Louisville?"
"Because I needed to stop driving, and we both need a bed. Come on. I already checked us in."
I have a feeling there's something he's not telling me, but I'm too exhausted to argue with him. So, we climb out of the car and he takes my bags out of the trunk. I follow him up a set of stairs and into a tiny hotel room that leaves a hell of a lot to be desired, but it's got four walls and a bed, and right now, that's all I need.
