Run (BxB)

Chapter 01

"I have a one bed with a television, a bathroom, not to mention a balcony that has a—"

"I'll take it." I cut the woman off who frowns at me. I really didn't give a damn. I'd only be her for today and tomorrow. I'd probably be off late tomorrow night at the latest. I just needed a shower and a comfortable bed to get some real rest. I smiled tiredly in hopes of making up for my curtness. She merely nodded in return as I handed her the cash, taking the key and walking away. I prefer to keep my social interactions to a minimum.

I ignored the elevator, pushing the door to the stairs as I started my climb. The exercise usually wasn't a big deal, but I was exhausted. Thankfully my room was only on the fourth floor. I never took an elevator, the chance of getting stuck and caught was wasn't worth saving my energy. Maybe I was overly cautious, but being paranoid was reasonable with my life. I sighed, looking at the numbers on the rooms to find mine. 

Two twenty two. With my sluggish speed it took a little longer to find the right door, sliding my key card in and pushing it open. 

The air conditioning was refreshing and I locked the deadbolt and the chain, looking out the peephole for a brief moment just to make sure. I couldn't help the sigh of relief when I dropped my duffle bag on the ground and stumbled into the bathroom. It was large for the cheap hotel I was in, and the shower looked like it was going to be amazing. 

My shower was burning hot and I scrubbed my body well, washing my hair thoroughly until I was clean and my skin red. Evan after I had finished I let the water hit me, clearing my mind so that I was focused on the hot water, and the safety of being three states away from where they would be looking for me. And hopefully they'd be fooled into following the trail I'd left for them to follow toward California instead of my current location of Connecticut. 

I'd chosen a small town in the state to stay in for a small while. I was making my way to Maine maybe, or maybe I'd go south. Florida might be nice, although I am not a fan of heat. North Carolina could be a good place, I could find a small place deep in the mountains.

I let my mind drift which was definitely a mistake as it went to what I was running from. My father would continue to hunt me, for the rest of his life. He hated me with everything he had, and he knew how to show it. My body was a canvas for scars and bruises.

It was no secret my father had lost his mind. After my mother he went mad, filled with grief and fueled by hatred of everything, but especially me. I guess that's reasonable, considering she died while I was a baby. Stress they'd said, and having two kids, a pack and a controlling husband. She was human, and apparently her heart just gave out. Sometimes I even blame myself, no one else does. Especially not like my father, I don't think anyone could hate someone like he hates me.

"I will find you, boy! I will hunt you down and whip you 'till you're begging for death, for your disobedience!"

My eyes shot open, hand slamming on the shower wall to ground myself. I dry heaved, fumbling to shut the water off. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and stumbled into the main room, sitting on the bed. Today had been an especially bad day for me and the last thing I needed was to have a breakdown in this hotel.

 It took a few minutes to catch my breath and calm down, the chill setting into my still wet body and hair. I shivered, standing on shaky legs as I dried myself, yanking clean boxers and sweats out of my bag to put on. I was happy to flick the lights off and collapse into bed, lazily turning the television on for background noise. I barely noticed that Criminal Minds was on before my brain started shutting down, giving into the exhaustion. The last thing I remember was Reid talking to a suspect about his migraines before it was all black.