The Nameless Girls

Chapter eight

Jeremy was quiet the entire drive. He sat there, one hand causally holing the steering wheel, and the other sitting on the dashboard, occasionally running though his hair. Was he mad at me, God, I hope he wasn't mad at me. Why.. Why did I care if he was? Its not like I should feel guilty about something I didnt do. But something was bothering him. Maybe he was just a little weirder out by Vincent. Most likely, so I stopped thinking about it. We pulled up near the door of the precinct later than I had expected. The sky was dark, and I had not seen another car on the road for miles. I wasn't in a rush to get out of the car, neither was he. I looked over at him. He was leaning his head against the back of his hand, starring at the bottom of the seats.

 He seemed compleaty bought into whatever thoughts were so important. We didn't move for a second, his eyes lost in thought and my eyes on him. I had never felt so alone while that close to someone. He wasn't thinking about me, when people think about you they look at you, trust me, I was doing it myself.  He sat in his seat, my eyes instantly returning to out out the window. "He didn't hurt you?" I shook my head. "No, we just talked." He looked at me, as I pleaded myself not to stare back. "What did you talk about?" I shrugged. "If he knew where Charlie was, part of what happend. It really wasn't much." Wanna go inside?" He gestured toward the font door. "Actually, I know somewhere we could go.." He smiled and I smiled back. "Where?" I sighed. "Back door of the precinct, half a block behind building, second ally." He nodded and unlocked the car. I closed the door behind me and met him on the front steps. "So, just wander in the dark?" "Yes, but quietly, The girls are in there." He nodded and  I took his hand. "Dont let go or you will trip over every desk and die. I've done this a million times." "He smirked. "Im not going to let go."

He didnt let go, Yet still proceeded to trip over everything though the 30 seconds of running where I had to "Shh!" Him 10 times. When I finally burst though the door we were both out of breath. "Emma what could possibly be in this ally?" I laughed, Compleatly out of breath. "It would take me a million lifetimes to explain it, and frankly I barley have one." He stood still for a moment. A car sped past with headlights on, Illuminating his concerned face. "Are we going to get arrested?" I smiled

"So what If we do?" he scoffed. "You want me to go to prison in a country that I have been in for less than a month?" I sighed. "We will not get arrested." It was much too dark to see each other, but I was more than certain no one else was around. Even the terrifying Drug addicts knew Boston at night wasn't a place you wanted to be. "I don't trust you, Deveroux." Just before I started arguing with him again he interrupted me "But, you're only this young once I presume." I led him there without another word.

It was abandon, as always. It was an ally between two abandon buildings. one of the buildings needed a passage to the fourth floor of the other, and now there was a suspended wood panel between. I had found a broken ladder about four years ago and was able to get it fixed by a man I worked with. The fourth floor wasn't very high, But Jeremy still I sighed. We weren't very high off the ground. "Emma, can I ask you something?" I turned to him, his absolute beauty the least bit hypnotic. What's your life been? Up until this very second,What was it like for you?" I smiled. "Here in Boston.. Women weren't allowed to vote. My mother, she wanted to change that." I sighed giving him a weak smile. "Alaina Deveroux. I remember she used to come home chanting these slogans and telling these adventure stories. My father loved her. Every but of crazy, Feminist, loving and dangerous part of her. She looked like me, with long, messy brown hair and these eyes you could stare in for hours and never know what color they are. She..She died." I stared down at the roads below us. Jeremy heaved. "Wow,that's... That rough."

I sighed "they started denying prison food, she starved so I could be an equal. when she died my dad, just disappeared. My sister and I had to work in a factory for a day." He had a confused look on his face. " only a day?" I smiled and stared up at the sky. The dark illuminated made reflect slightly of the deep dark I felt inside when I thought I would die in that factory. "Yes, an older woman with curly white hair and big brown eyes came in and took me and my sister home with her. She had a beautiful house and more money than you would ever know what to do with. He name was Elaine. She was so kind to us, and when we got older she wanted us both to go to university and get married and be happy." He stared at me for a second. "You did go to university." I sighed. "My sister, Kathrine, didn't. Around the time we finished secondary school Elaine got very sick, and Kat stayed behind to care for her." I stared at him back now. But he was glancing at his feet hanging off the suspended panel. "Did she die?" I presses my lips together. "I don't know. Kat said she would send me a letter one day, or I should send her one when I fall in love? Get married, do something."I looked down at my feet."I have written her letters over the years, I've burned a few, and the others I keep hidden, maybe on day I'll send one. But I don't know if I could handle getting a response." He smiled. "You Fell in love before?" and before even thinking about it , "Not like this."