The Story of Us

Chapter 12

I made mention that I was going to start this story later in the day, right? I can't remember.

Anyhow, seems like a perfect place to start.

The wind outside was howling and a few of the goats were kicking their enclosures outside in protest of the cold snow.

Unlike us human counterparts, they can bury themselves in snow to keep warm. Harry and I could do that, but it would require me digging underneath the earth and me hauling sir sheepatis down underground with me.

No thank you. I'd rather be trapped in the cave. However, our food was outside teasing us and I don't respond back well to teasing.

We were inside.

I was currently wondering what MacGyver would do to retrieve the tasty four-legged food morsels from outside and Harry?

Harry was just watching me pace in front of the door.

"You've been walking that same spot for the last hour." Harry noted, once again holding my fiancé's guitar on his lap and getting ready to play it.

"At least one of us is able to." I muttered, realizing I needed to curb my thoughts because that was borderline cruel.

Alright, from the look of hurt crossing Harry's face, that may have been a step too far.

"Sorry," I apologized, gesturing to the guitar. "Just do whatever. I'm really not in the mood for favorable conversation." I responded, watching him sigh and take the guitar from his lap and set it back against the cave wall.

I stared at him, before slamming my hand against the door and walking off into the other cave. I didn't deal with stress well. Harry was stressing me out. Today was supposed to go like this: get up, walk to the roads, flag down a passing motorist; have motorist call an ambulance, lead ambulance to...here?

No.

Nope, I realized I couldn't do that. They'd log a report in with the cops. The cops would come and in no uncertain terms evict me from my cave.

That could not happen. I was NEVER going back to society. People suck and I'd imagine now more so than ever.

As far as I was concerned, I would have to drag Harry with me to the roads and leave him there.

Possibly on the road so when a motorist passed by they'd see him and then call an ambulance.

Or possibly run him over, but that wouldn't be my fault. Fortunately, from there, he can give them a story of how he survived by ducking under a rock for two weeks and eating bugs.

If he would.

For all I knew, he'd rat me out.

Shit.

Okay. Now I'm seeing a very important link to why I might need to be nice. Maybe explain the situation and why it's detrimental that Harry never saw or heard of me.

It certainly made inner Bellerose glad that I never showed him my face. No description equals no identification.

Unless he remembers my old ID. That wouldn't do him any good, I don't look like that anymore and my old coworkers wouldn't remember me. That girl is long dead anyhow.

Calming down my speeding heart, I walked back into where Harry was taking to simply staring up at the cavern above.

"I need to talk to you," I began as serious as I could, sitting down on the chair. "You don't have to say anything. I just need you to listen."

His eyes zoomed in on me from where he laid. Harry didn't reply anything, but he did me the curtesy of listening.

"I just realized that I can't bring medical back here. I'm going to have to bring you with me to the roads. If police or medics get involved; I'll be kicked out of here and have nowhere to go. I'm not going back, Harry. I'll die before I go back. I can't afford to risk that. Not for you; not for anyone."