February 4th
Days I’ve Survived: 1066
Dear Roddy
So after a few days of planning and Liam’s big plan is to find Kappa Sigma market for supplies in exchange for a fox he’d caught, and to talk to some people about where we can find the underground cure initiative. Obviously, whoever told him to follow the Iota Pass isn’t on our side. I disagreed at first, obviously not wanting to go all of the way back to where I started, back where Dad works, not now that I’m so far away from it all. Liam got all insistent and sassy over it and said if I didn’t like it then I didn’t have to follow him.
We haven’t spoken about what happened between us, it’s like a forbidden subject. At least we’re talking – it’s much better than awkward silence. I’m definitely going to bring it up again, but I have to wait for him to be in the right mood. We’re leaving for the market in a little while (yeah, I gave in again) so he’ll probably more sociable after a good meal. It’ll be so ironic that our supper tonight could be some of Dad’s venison. I wonder how he’s managed to prepare it without his little slave! I don’t regret leaving him, it was the best decision I ever made in my whole life, along with sticking with Liam. Sure, Liam infuriates me sometimes, a LOT of times actually, and he’s so hard to live with when he’s in a bad mood, but I can’t get away from the fact that I love him to pieces.
I’m pretty sure we need each other just as equally.
P x
“Obviously, you don’t have to come in to the market. You can wait for me in the forest, if you want,” said Liam as we got closer to familiar bearings.
It had taken Liam a while to work out where we were, thinking that those guys that captured us had taken us far from the road, but it turned out that their labs hadn’t been a whole lot further than where we were taken from.
“Um, yeah, I think I’ll wait. If I saw my father, or I got recognized…”
“I get it. Will you be alright by yourself? It’s pretty light out, and I’ll leave the gun with you,” said Liam casually, like giving me a pistol was an everyday thing (it wasn’t).
“I’ll be fine,” I said quickly, not wanting the responsibility of the gun.
“So which stall is yours? Like, what does your Dad sell altogether?”
“Meats, mainly venison, and handmade wooden furniture. There’ll be a load of dining chairs and tables around the stall, and he’s got shoulder length dirty blonde hair. I doubt he's looking for me,” I said and winced at the image of his unshaven face pushing its way into my head.
“Alright. Don’t think about him,” said Liam caringly.
He had those moments where it felt like he really cared for me, then he’d flip into his robotic mode and act like I was nothing to him. I never knew which Liam I was going to get from day to day.
***
We stopped at a part of the forest which Liam knew well, and he worked out that it was about twenty minutes away from the market. He gave me my bag in case I had to run for any reason even though he swore I’d be safe there, and he offered me the gun again, but I said no.
“Payton, I won’t need it, I can handle myself.”
“So can I! Anyway, I wouldn’t use it even if someone was trying to hurt me.”
“Not even a hostile? I can’t promise there won’t be any around. It’s market day.”
“No, I couldn’t shoot one.”
