On The Run (RDJ Fanfic)

Part 3

The last days Robert kept his promise and he is not a stranger. We text very often and that makes me feel better. I have someone to talk to, someone around my age. Yes I know I have my brother but he's always working.
A: I wanna come to your place. It's safe, right? I want us to meet more often.
R: I don't know if it's safe Aria.
A: Oh c'mon. No one knows me and no one will suspect me.
R: I guess you're right but I'm still worrying.
A: Don't be a pussy. What's the worst that can happen? I'll also bring you supplies.
R: You really don't take no as an answer.
A: Nope. Give me your adress and I'll come when you have time.
R: I have plenty of time. I don't work for the moment.
A: That's cool. I mean that you have time. I have time too.
R: Okay do you wanna come by now?
A: Sure I'll bring food.
He texted me his adress and it's a 15 minute walk from here. I got some chips and sodas and went there.

I ring the doorbell and after a few seconds he opens the door. He wears sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair a bit messy but cute at the same time. He smiles at me and I smile too.
"Come in."
I step in and he closes the door.
"I have chips and sodas."
"Awesome thanks."
I look around his place and it's cute. It's not very big and not full of stuff. He has a couch, a TV, the kitchen has the necessary stuff, there is a small bathroom and a room that has only a bed and a desk. There are only 3 windows: one in the living room, one in the kitchen and one in his bedroom. Oh there is a little one in the bathroom.
"So this is my place. Not very cool but it works for me. It's comfy."
"I think it's cute."
"Let's sit." he says pointing to the couch.
We sit and he turns on the TV. He out the chips in a plate and brought the sodas. We started eating and drinking.
"I am impressed with you." he says.
"With me? Why?"
"You learned that I'm a murderer and an ex drug addict and you still hang out with me."
"I won't lie to you. I was shocked when you told me the truth but I understand you're a good person and I like talking to you."
"I wish everyone was like you. Most of the people would push me away. But I don't blame them."
"You said you are not working. How do you manage to have a house?"
"I still have some money from my old killing job and I try to bring money with different ways."
"Different ways like what?"
"I steal sometimes but from stupid rich people, I gamble, I sell things."
"Oh I see. Your life sounds interesting. Are you wanted by the police?"
"No. Not yet at least."
"You must be very good at hiding and surviving."
"It's the thing I do for a living. I have to be good."
"Can you teach me anything?"
"I won't make you a thief."
"I bet you do more than stealing."
"I can teach you how to hack."
"I'd love that! But I don't know much about that. I don't even own a computer."
"Don't worry, Robert is here. We'll start the lessons soon."
"You're so nice to me. Thank you."
"You know, I'm very happy I found you that night. Who knows what could've happened."
"He could've shot me. You saved my life and I owe you everything."
"You don't owe me anything. Anyone would've done the same."
"Yes but you did it."
"I just happened to be there."
"Thank God you were there."
"Want a cigarette?" he asks lighting up a cigarette. I nod and he puts one in my mouth lighting it up too.
"Are you done with drugs or do you still use?" I ask exhaling the smoke.
"I'm sober the last 6 months. I think that's progress."
"I've never done drugs. It must be hard to sober up."
"Oh trust me it is! If someone offers me drugs I'm not sure that I can say no."
"You're strong you can handle it."
"I really hope so."
"Do you have any family, friends, girlfriends?"
"My parents are dead, I have a few selected friends, a brother and no girlfriend. It's not very easy to keep up a relationship when your life is a mess."
"I'm sorry for your parents. What about your brother?"
"My brother is not even in the country. We haven't talked since I'm on the run."
"How much time have you been hiding?"
"2 months."
"And how long have you worked for the man you're talking about?"
"His name is Harvey Dark and I worked for him for 7 months."
"What did he do with you?"
"He found me on the steets, he gave me money and took me to his facilities. He trained me to be something like a soldier. Most of the times I threatened or hit people but when things got ugly I had to...kill them."
"How many have you killed?"
"8 men. I remember every single killing. My hands were shaking when I was about to pull the trigger. But if I didn't do it I would probably end up dead myself."
"If he finds you what does he plan to do?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe kill me or put me under his control again. Both suck."
"Why don't you tell the police about him? You're not wanted."
"I don't have any proof and even if they find him he can fool the police."
"You can't run forever though."
"I guess I'll find a solution."

I stayed at his house until it was late enough and I went back home. I can't wait for him to teach me things. I love hanging out with him. I hope he finds a solution soon, I don't want anything to happen to him. I care about him, he's a very nice guy.