short stories (:

let's run away together, wren.

 

   the sun was shining brightly on her face as she stirred in her sleep though even then her eyebrows hadn't relaxed. it seemed they were permanently etched in an expression of worry and sadness. the amount of shit she had been through was immense. oh my poor wren. i loved her, but i had to get out of here. people were catching on to me, and wren knew who i was..what i was. and i could not leave a loose end here. but i could take her with me...decisions, decisions.

     "kean, is that you?" wren groaned in her sleep, finally waking. 

     i made my way across the room and to her side of the bed in a few strides. "yes my beautiful wren, its me." i said softly as i held her small face in my hands, running my thumb against her soft lips. no one should ever know this, except me. "you can sleep more if you'd like to, love." I whispered softly, like a secret that no one could hear. Her eyes fluttered open, her beautiful grey irises greeting me as a smile formed on her plump lips that were worn from worrying it. only the left side though, only god would know why. I smiled as her warm voice enticed me,

     "i'd rather wake up now and spend more time with you, darling." she said, oh my little birdie. my birdie, i called her. like a wren she was graceful and beautiful in the most odd ways, ways that no one would notice but me. and i liked that, she was just for me. how could i ever tie her up, spill her blood? her dark eyes would haunt me forever as i'd shove her pieces into heavy duty hefty bags and throw them into the deep, dark ocean. i had told myself to never make it personal, to never love anyone in case this happened. but how could i not fall in love with this woman? maybe we could just run away together..she knows what i do, and still loves me. though she also knows the risk. 

  "wonderful, darling." I stood up and walked quickly out of the room, my eyebrows furrowed as i was lost deep in thought. "what would you like for breakfast today my love?"  i asked my wren as she walked to the island counter that was slated with granite that was just another..modern touch to the room. 

     "pancakes?" she asked softly as she brought up her shoulders in an unfinished shrug and squinted her eyes, her lips in a knowing smile.

     "again today? you must love these damned pancakes." I smiled and chuckled as i turned to start breakfast. though my attitude was carefree and i easily finished tasks my mind was elsewhere. what would i do with tonight's kill? what about the gang banger's buddies? how many would i have to off for them to be quiet? how would i cut them? my thoughts were interrupted with a sizzle of a pan as i laid the bacon in the vat of olive oil. 

     "what are you thinking about kean?" wren questioned as i plated everything and  laid it in front of her. "i cant hear all of it, but i know your mind is crowded, too crowded." she said softly as she stood and held my shoulders. "tell me whats on your mind, rather than making me guess will you?" 

    i sighed and took a deep breath before speaking shakily, "nothing, just about tonight, birdie." i said softly and lead her back to her seat before walking to the hall "i'm going to shower, need to clean up." i shouted across the apartment and locked the bathroom door behind me. i needed quiet and to figure out what to do. i often close and stop my thoughts so she can not hear, though she still finds her way in. she knows me so well, my birdie. too well. I quickly gathered my thoughts, able to figure things out. I needed to talk to her. I quickly got dressed as i walked back to the living room where she was still eating. she looked at me, well knowing that something was up. "wren, i need to talk to you." i say, my tough shell dropping and so is my face. her face dropped as well, knowing full well that this couldn't be good. i never need "to talk" she always knows whats going on. "i need to leave. get out of here. they found my dump and are getting too close. I don't want to be caught and have you be considered an accompli-" i was cut off by her oddly calm voice,

     "kean, it'll be alright. i can see it, i know it will. the fuckers hit too many dead ends and the case is dropped. it was only what, sixteen people here? but you're right. we need to leave and find a new dump. i don't help you and keep out of it but i know that you need to find one. how are your tools darling? are they dull, rusting? you know that makes it less..enjoyable. sharpening them only does so much. clean cuts are the best. i have connections, i could get you new saws by tomorrow." she spoke calmly, effortlessly as i was panicked. how could she be? even if  the could see the future what if it changes? 

     "wren." i growled as she walked around the kitchen. i gripped her throat tightly, losing my control, i was angry now. us, we? "there is no way in hell that you are coming with me! you will not worry about my dump, my kills, my tools. that is MY  job!!!" i yelled loudly as my grip grew tighter, she was inches off the ground as my eyes narrow. "YOU will NEVER be a part of this!! you will only ever know of it! but never help me. god damn it wren. do you understand?!?" she didn't squirm in my tight grip, nor fear me as fire was reflected in my eyes. rather she laughed, laughed in my grip with a grin on her lips,

     "fuck you kean, you're nothing without me. you cannot scare me. i have seen much worse than you. get your fucking head out of your ass and realize that you are NOTHING without me." wren had spat angrily in my face. i let my grip go and she dropped to the floor with a thud. i was not concerned at all about her in this moment. 

      what was the point of being so? i walked to our room and grabbed a couple of suitcases and a large duffel bag as i started throwing in my belongings. I finished doing so quickly as i didn't have many belongings. i grabbed the trunk i kept my tools in and left it there. i walked out of the apartment. grabbing my keys. i passed by her as she was still a disheveled mess on the floor. i simply shrugged. i brought the truck around the front and threw all my belongings in it. i knelt in front of my birdie, on the verge of tears. 

      i kissed her passionately, with every feeling i could muster which wasn't many. i never felt anything like this woman made me feel. i had never cried before her, never genuinely laughed before my birdie. she was my everything. "if you're coming, gather your things, i'll pack everything important of ours in a couple of boxes. you're right, i am nothing without you." 

     she stood and quickly did so as i put my favorite pictures in boxes along with other necessary things. we filled the truck with our belongings, packing up and leaving. the words to escape my lips were "let's run away together, wren." 

    i held her small hand tightly in my large one as i drove, i had no idea were, but i drove away from this place with the music blaring. 

home no longer seemed like home. 

"let's run away together."