The Tears I Shed For Him...

Chapter 4~ Give it up for plan...C?

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Days went by, and before I knew it we had spend a whole week in that same motel. Yes, that's right. 7 days of being cooped up in a small room with nothing much to do but converse with each other and watch cheep cable on a prehistoric box that people in the old days used to refer as a T.V. At first we ordered room service but after we found out that eight hundred and thirty-nine dollars weren't going to cut it--so we began to take late night trips to a near by Burger King so we could choose off the dollar menu. We only got enough for a three meal course of a day and that was it, also we decided to ditch our cell phones as far away as we could just if case the police tried to track us through them. It really shocks me how well we thought some of this through, how immediately we got on stealth mode so we don't get caught and remained in the shadows after dark. I had to admit I felt like a spy – no, even better, I felt like a Vampire. All mysterious and lurking in the dark just so no one can find me... Okay that is it! No more Vampire Diaries for me! I need to distract myself better some how or else I will slowly begin to loose the last bit of sane that remains in my thick skull.

“Why don't we just go somewhere else. Some place where there is very little people and where they would never guess we would go. We could get jobs and rent a place” I began to brainstorm, staring up at the stained ceiling of the room, my hands laced together behind my head as I lay cozily on the bed. Izzy was over on the roller chair, whirling herself round and round for what seemed like a half hour now. However when I spoke she came to an abrupt stop.

“Yea like where? St. Augustine? Wanna go live with all the dead people and mingle with hunted ghosts at night? No thank you.” she grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers – probably from the dizziness, “besides, we can't afford to move out now. We are up to our last three hundred dollars, which are only enough to let us stay here another two days. And what about gas? From here to where ever you think of going might take up twice the money too.”

I tilted my head down to get a better look at her, “Are you giving up? We gonna give ourselves in to the cops now?”

Her eyes snapped open and she turned to give me a 'are-you-crazy?' look, “Hell no! It's been a week and I have managed to keep you here within the border of Florida. I am not going to give up on you just because of some economic problems.”

I let out a soft chuckle, turning back to stare mindlessly at the roof again. “Good, I was beginning to worry that you were fed up and ready to raise the white flags”

“Do you really think so little of me?” she breathed sarcastically, before standing up and trotting over to night table where we stashed our food in the top drawer. “I'm starving. You wanna burger?” she slipped one out to offer me but I declined with a shake of my head. It wasn't because I was not hungry but more because my mind was in too deep of a panic mode that I didn't carry much of an appetite. We couldn't stay here long and that was not just a known fact, it was either we run out of money and get kicked out in the streets with not a place to go, or get caught by the cops. Neither option was ineffable in any way and that didn't tame my conscious  the slightest. Perhaps we should go to St. Augustine, my parents know I am deathly afraid of the paranormal so it would be the last place they would think I go. A little quality time with the dead won't kill us...at least I don't think.