Far From Home

Chapter Six - Innocence

Chapter Six

I felt dizzily ill. Morgan carried me bridal down our sneaky exit, quickly and sturdily. He held me in his arms tight, even once we hit the parking lot when Drew climbed into the shit box's drivers seat. He curled me down onto his lap across the backseat. Morgan seemed more panicked than me, cursing Drew to floor it out of there but I was too hazy to care. I looked up at him. His skin was a blur and his face was red but I wanted to kiss him, just my stitches on my face and cuts on my lip told me otherwise. God, he smells so good. He smelt crispy, peppery and smoky, he seemed to faintly have on a nice, expensive aftershave. Stop it, now's not the time. I attempted to disassociate myself from my dreamy thoughts, but my wooziness was taking over my body and any judgment I had.

I couldn't understand what was going on, my head pound accelerated and my body shook with clamminess. "Babe... It's okay. What's going on..." I mumbled, my eyes flickering as I attempted to remain conscious.

"No." The car jolted at a sharp fast bend. "There was a woman who recognised me before I came into your room. Not to mention the suspicious doctor -- and not just because we gave her false identities and credit cards. We heard them call security just before we got to you." Morgan didn't look back at me but he looked skittish and fearful.

Drew cursed in the front after the car swerved through traffic and horns blew. "Damn, this is crazy!"

"Take that shortcut!"

"I'm trying, the cars won't let me in that lane--"

My body continued to tremble underneath my boyfriend's eyes. I looked at him in desperation. "Let Drew drive... Look at me." I continued to bite my bloody lips and stare at him through wounds and bruises. He wouldn't look. "Please." He still wouldn't look at me.

Closing my eyes, I tried to block the ruckus, aching and the panicking. Tears strung down my cheeks and my whimpers said all I had left to say. My tears were drowned out by the loud, howling sirens approaching our car's rear.

I couldn't maintain consciousness.
~*~~

"Rusty Roy's?" The steakhouse pub we pulled up outside shortly after the drug deal seemed to have a purpose.

"Yeah. Let's say a friend of a friend owns this pub. It's relaxed, chill, y'know." Drew shut off the engine and the three of us gathered out of the car, Drew handling the bag. It did not seem relaxed to me at all. Across the lot was a group of tattooed men with bikes and beards and over on the porch of the pub were three drunk men singing. The fear of the place and the crime within seemed the key element to Drew's 'relaxed' description.

I stepped one foot closer towards the building in between the guys terrified, looking for a way out. Fortunately, the raised glasses from the drunk men gave me one.

"Listen, I think we gotta keep an eye on you here. Maybe it's best if we wait in the car." Morgan hesitated, giving Drew a glance.

Drew, as the rough ass, jerked a brow getting the wrong impression. "Just want a moment alone with the lady huh? I mean I can go alone..." He looked sideways at me and continued to walk inside as Morgan and I froze. Morgan gave him the middle finger before gripping my arm.

"Well, let's just get you to the car..." He quickly pulled me back as the drunk men wolf whistled calling me over.

"Thank you..." I was flustered. "Can you tell me what this scene is about this time? Or is this a secret too?"

Morgan shifted his body into the back seat of the sedan, gesturing me in. "Close the door."

The door was forced shut under my grip and I looked at Morgan. His big body and long legs were cramped up behind the passenger seat. The confined space definitely was not suitable for a guy as such. It was the lack of personal space that was confronting to me.