Behind Bars

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

"Hey, Clyde." Jay hugged the man standing next to our ride out of here.

"Hello, brother, Wallace." He looked like a less ripped version of Jay, except Clyde's hair was longer. "Now who is this beauty?"

"I'm Chris." I said.

"Why would a pretty girl such as yourself have a boys name?"

"Because for all you know I have a bigger dick than you do." I snapped at him.

Jay wrapped his arms around my waist. "Calm down, Chris. Let's start fighting after we get a safe distance away from here."

I nodded, leaning into him enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of him.

Wallace ran towards the front shouting shotgun. Clyde took his place in the driver's seat. Jay and I climbed into the backseat. I took the seat behind Wallace, which was a mistake. Being out of prison put him in a really childish mood, he pushed his chair as far back as it could go giving me a total of zero leg room.

"Really, ass hole?" I slapped him in the back of the head.

"If you don't like it move." He grins at me.

With a sigh, I scooted to the middle seat. "Your bestie is a douche."

He rolls his eyes. "More like a six year old."

"That's an insult to six year olds. They probably have a higher IQ."

Both of us start to laugh as Wallace gives us his offended face.

We started to go down the road. Clyde had rented a motel room two counties over that was shifty enough not to have cameras or anything else around. This would be perfect for our wardrobe change. Once we got there we would begin changing our appearances enough to where we could at least cross the ocean to England.

The guys had it easier than me. All they had to do was throw on different clothes and a hat then they are good to go. I, on the other hand, had a lot more work to be done. My blonde hair had to be dyed a different color, one that won't let me stand out in a crowd. Then I have to continue on with heavier make up. This all had to be done perfectly so I would be unrecognizable even by Jay.

It would take thirty minutes to get to the motel unless their was traffic. Thankfully this car had tinted windows so that no one could get a clear look at us. I liked this car. It was something made by Ford, I didn't get a good enough look at the car to tell you what model it was. The dark leather seats were deep enough to be comfortable. It's a shame we had to ditch this car after we changed.

The motel was on the outskirts of civilization. Shady and sketchy didn't even begin to describe this place. Prostitutes were standing outside of the rooms smoking. A few letters on the sign had gone out. One of the letters was barely hanging on by a cable. Surely this place was a danger to human life.

"Room 89 is us." Jay said to me. "Clyde and Wallace are sharing the connected room."

We head up into our room. Since this was a shifty motel, there was only one bed that was covered in a mothy lace bedspread. It looked and smelled like a brothel, not that I have been in one before.

"I wonder when the last time they washed their sheets was." Jay pondered out loud.

"Not since the French Revolution apparently." I said, looking around at our room.

Jay pulled me towards the bathroom. "My brother put a few things in here to start getting you ready to change."

Three boxes of hair dye- black, brown, and red- were on the counter. Each were supposed to last a long time.

"What color should I go for?" I asked. "Wouldn't I rock being a ginger?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "I think a brunette would suit you. Not that I don't love your blonde hair." He twists a strand in between his fingers. "Yep, definitely going to miss this."

We stare at each other for a moment. His deep eyes looking into mine. He started to lean towards me. Yes! Yes! Yes! Kiss me. A few more inches now and I would feel his soft lips on mine. I craved it like a druggy craving cocaine. He was close enough to feel his breath on my lips. I could feel them barely touch my lips. As soon as he was there he was gone.

"I'll let you get ready." Jay mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

I wanted to stop him from going. I wanted to bring his lips down on mine. With a sigh, I looked at the dyes. My skin was a little bit tan which would make the red look awful. A tan and red hair just doesn't mix. Black hair would make me look too much like a goth. Plus darker hair looks extremely greasy if you don't wash it in a while, whereas it won't look half as greasy with

blonde hair. I didn't want to listen to Jay. I didn't want to change to a color that would please him.

Who knows how long I sat there in the bathroom contemplating colors. Finally I just grabbed a box and began the process. After an hour I was finally changed. I had managed to also dye my

eyebrows so that it looked more natural. It pained me to say this, but Jay was right. Brown hair did look good on me.

I left the bathroom to find and empty room. I knocked on the conjoined door.

"Come in!" Wallace shouted.

I opened the door. "What do you think?"

"Trying to gain some IQ, blondie?" Clyde teased.

Rolling my eyes, I slapped him in the arm. "Dumb ass."

"I think it suits you perfectly." Jay said. He was laying down on Wallace's bed, looking more relaxed then when I had seen him do this in prison. Then again, it's easy to relax outside of prison.

"What do you think?" I asked Wallace.

He grins at me. "If I wasn't an almost engaged man, I'd definitely try to have a go with you." This earned a punch from Jay.

I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror on the wall. This was a change. I was no longer young innocent blonde Crystal Thomison. Now I was Chris who is now a brunette, labeled murderer, and now escapee. Life was full of roller coasters, and mine was worse than all the rides at Six Flags.