Safe outside - A The Script fanfic

Chapter 2

I wake up to the smell of coffee. Every part of my body is covered in blankets and under my head is a pillow. I'm confused, where is my usual room, but then it comes smashing back. The endless night where I barley slept at all, the pain in my chest, the man on the phone telling me... And the other man. The dark eyes, where is he? I look around and see that I'm in a room. I can tell by the not very personal interior that it's a hotelroom and there's a huge unpacked suitcase at the door. There's a tv and a coffee table between the bed and a sofa. A tall man with black jeans and a black t-shirt is lying on the sofa, the tv on. I get worried for a split second before I remember him from last night. Mabye I should be worried though. Last night I was just holding on, not caring what my brain said but now it is warning me that this could be anybody. But does a kidnapper really watch The Ellen Degeneres Show? I sit up and look at the clock the wall, it's 16:30. I've slept all day. The man turns around and fall down on the floor. He curse and stand up, before he see me. Then he smiles a little smile and runs his hands through his hair.

"Hello" he says in a Irish accent. "Um... How are ya? Do you remember me?" When I don't answerer he continues. "I found you outside last night, you where freezing so I brought you here... You don't have to be afraid, I'm err... I'm not a serial killer. And you probably got somewhere to go anyways so I just thought that you might want to, you know... Sleep in a bed. But you can borrow my phone and call, whoever it is, long distance, whatever." He takes his phone out of his pocket and hand me it. I take it but just stare at it. Who should I call? I don't have anyone. I look up at him again, not knowing what to do.

"I... I don't have anyone" I stutter. I get a lump in my throat, but I'm all out of tears. "My parents died a long time ago and now I don't..." I look in his eyes and see that way to well known pityface. I hate that, sure my parents are dead but I'm alive right? I wait for him to say that I must be so sad and that he really is sorry, but he just stands there. I can tell that his thoughts is somewhere else and I sit like that for a while until he shakes his head, like to clear his thoughts. Then he bend down and gives me a hug. I hug him back and for a while we just sit on the bed. I feel some sort of guilt to him. I mean he did save me even though he didn't know anything about like I could just have been some drunk kid passing out, but he picked me up. I don't know but maybe I should let him know what's actually up. I take a breath. "You know, you probably wonder how I ended up-"

"No, no you don't have to tell me" he cuts me off. "Its fine, really. Later maybe but let's just get you some new clothes and something to eat. Okay?" I nod. "Yeah, sure. I'm Carrie, by the way."

"Danny" he says with a smile. Then he stands up and walk over to the open suitcase and start digging through it until he finds a clean, black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that he hands to me. Then he points to a door. "In there is the bathroom so you can take a shower and get dressed. I'm gonna go get some food and then I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay." I say and start take all of the blankets off me and walk to the bathroom. As I close the door I hear Danny leaving. I use the toilet and then wash my hands while I take a look in the mirror. Wow. My hair is tangled up and still a bit wet and don't even get me started on my face. I got bags under my eyes from all the crying and my mascara is all over my face. My lips are dry and I look extremely tired. So I take all of my cold, dirty clothes off and step into the shower. Since I don't find any shampoo I just wash my hair and body and try my best to get the makeup away from my face. Then I get out the shower and grab a towel to pat myself dry with before I put Danny's clothes on. They're a couple of sizes to big but I don't mind the baggy t-shirt and I just fold the ends of the pants up. Then I brush my hair out with my fingers as good as I can before I walk out and sit down on the sofa. I'm still very confused and I have no idea what I'm gonna do. It's not like Danny is going to want me here forever and then what? Am I going to live on some sort of home. I don't got any relatives left and the couple that I lived with... It hurts, the guilt. I know it's impossible that I had something to do with it. I make myself think about what I've tried to shut out for the last 24 hours. Carcrashes, my life is so full of them. They where going home and they crashed into another car... The police called me, I answered, and ran away. Everybody dies. It was just getting better, we had everything going like it should and then this. I feel tears running down my cheeks, quiet. I wipe them away and realise that I'm stuck. I don't need grownups telling me what to do, sending me away, trying to make me forget. Move on and we will get you a new family, you will get new parents that will take care of you, everything will be okay, but wont. I don't want to forget, I want to get over. I need someone who understands me, that I can talk to and really rely on. Yeah right, I can do that with a couple of strangers that I've never met before. The people that took care of me when my parents died and helped me to another family wouldn't understand. They don't understand that just because two people are called your parents it dosen't mean that they will understand and know you the way you want to be known. I feel so alone. So fucking alone and so fucking tired of people not understanding me.

Danny walks in with a bag of food. I look up and watch him as he takes the boxes of noodles out, open them and hand me one with a pair of chopsticks.

"You like Chinese, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, sure" I say. I doubt that I'm going to be able to taste anything at all anyways.

We eat while we watch tv and drink bottled water to the noodles. The silent isn't awkward, I guess much thanks to the tv, but I still feel that he must wonder who I am and what I'm gonna do. I take a deep breath. "Look, I know that this is really weird and I want to tell you but I can't. Okay, it's complicated and I guess I'll just call the police or something and we'll sort it out, where I'm gonna go and so on. You wont have to drag me around I'll figure something out. Thanks for everything though. It was really nice of you."

"Oh, it's fine" he says. "No problem. You can stay as long as you want to" he says with a smile.

"Thanks. I guess the police has closed for today but I'll get there the first thing in the morning tomorrow."

"Okay." Then there's nothing more about that. Just two strangers meeting for a day and then walk separate ways. I think.

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