All We Are Is Bullets// g.w. a.u. (✔)

Think Happy Thoughts

She started packing enough things for a week. I promised her that there will be a washer and dryer where we were going.

In all honesty, I wasn't sure where we were going either.

"Keep getting packed. I'll be back in twenty with my car." She nodded and I left.

I didn't have a car.

But Frank did.

I walked the five minutes to Frank's apartment and didn't even bother telling him what I was doing. It was the middle of the night and Frank didn't need to know.

I opened the driver's door and tried to remember how to hot-wire his car. We used to do it all the time since he'd always forget his keys in his locker at school or something.

After tinkering around with it for a while, it finally came back to me.

I did everything right and the car started. I smiled and opened the door. Frank never locks the door of his car.

I checked the glove box for something valuable.

A stack of cash was in there. I gasped and started laughing as at least a thousand dollars in hundreds were folded neatly in my hand.

Thanks, Frank.

I started driving away from the side of the street and it took a little less than two minutes to get to Hazel. When I pulled up, she was waiting on the porch of her house. She got in and threw her stuff in the back.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded.

I started driving away, trying to act like I knew where I was going.

She glanced at me once we passed the Now Leaving Belleville  sign. "Gerard," she started. "Where are we going?"

I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of a town I know how to get to from here.

"Um, it's around five hours away. We'll probably stay at the next hotel we go by."

She stayed silent, only crossing her arms over her chest and looking out at the night sky.

I got on interstate 95 and drove for about twenty minutes. I noticed a motel sign in the distance so I pulled off and headed that way.

The motel resembled the Bates Motel. I laughed a little to myself.

This could be fun. "Just keep one bag with you. We're only getting some sleep."

She nodded and walked in with me. Luckily, the receptionist didn't look like Norman Bates. If he did, I would've gotten the fuck out of there.

"What can I do for you two?" he asked.

"One room, please." I said.

She looked at me, about to say something but the receptionist handed over the key before she could. "Room 237," he informed us.

"Thank you," I said as I grabbed Hazel's hand. She grabbed her bag and walked with me, glancing at me while we moved. When we got to our room, I unlocked the door and she stormed in front of me and threw her stuff on the floor next to the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What the hell is wrong with you," She shouted.

"Nothing why?"

"Why are you acting like this all of the sudden?"

"Like what?"

"Like we're a couple!"

I stood in the doorway, comprehending what she just said.

I slowly closed the door behind me and started walking over to her quietly. She started backing up until she hit the wall.

When our lips were almost touching, I smirked. "Hazel," I said. "you don't understand, do you?"

"Clearly I don't," she said with an annoyed tone.

"You see, we are a couple now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You trusted me. You left with me. I tricked you. And you fell for it."

"I'm calling the cops."

"Don't think about it, Sweetheart. Do it and I'll blow your brains against the ceiling. Got it?"

She stood as still as a statue.

"I said: Do it, and I'll blow your brains against the ceiling. Got it?"

She finally nodded slowly.

"Good." I walked away and sat on the bed. She stayed standing and asked, "Why are you like this?"

"That's a story for a different time."

She sighed. "I'm going to take a shower." She grabbed her bag and left for the bathroom. I laid on the one bed and smiled. Maybe keeping her won't be that hard. Maybe she will be okay.

Maybe we all will be okay.