When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 11 - Her Plannings

~Vini/Sarah POV~

You fell. You missed this feeling. It was a good feeling. You rolled as you hit the floor. Fuck! That hurt! You ran. As fast as you could. You needed to get back to the apartment, there was something you needed there, something you left behind. And then you needed to get to your safe house. There, you could just relax for a bit, and then make a plan for the future. Seven. He didn't need to be more involved than he already was. Saeren needed to be saved. And as for Rika and V. You would decide what to do about them later. Right now, you hoped that everything was the way you'd left it at the safe-house. As you ran in the rain, your sides and back hurt. But you couldn't stop just yet. There would be time later to heal. There were things that still needed to be done. As you turned the corner, you stopped to catch your breath and watched the building. No one was there. You ran right in. Up the stairs till the 8th floor. Right after the intruder had got in, you'd punched him out and grabbed something from him and dumped it in the Janitor's closet on the 10th floor. It might serve you as a clue of tracing Saeran, or at least about the drug being administered to him. You opened the door to the closet and saw the small box still lying there. You hadn't seen that logo in a long time. You opened it and saw there were a few pills in it. They still stunk like the drugs from back in the agency. For now, you needed to get these to the Doc. You made your way back to the apartment. You always had back up.

You surveyed the damage all around you. You stared at the place where Saeren stood and then went over to where Seven stood. It must've been hard for him. You'd make it up to him, when you would save Saeren. At the same time, feelings washed over you. Wanting to hold him, tell him that it was ok, that it wasn't his fault. Tears welled up in your eyes. NO! NO CRYING! Instead you punched the wall in the corner. Your hand hurt but you didn't care. You sighed and walked over into the apartment. Seven was right. Everything was gone. You opened the box you'd left under the bed. It wasn't too damaged. It was good thing that it was made of strong enough material. It's outsides were charred, but the bag on the inside was fine. You quickly opened it and took out the smaller bag inside it. The money was safe. The box was safe. You needed clean clothes. You weren't sure how or where you were going to start. But personal hygiene was a good way to begin. You'd made it thus far. First recovery and plan. And then action. There also was the funeral in a days time. The plastic bag of your hair was still intact in the bag too. Tomorrow would be a long and hard day. You wanted to see the sunset one last time.

Hopefully Doc would bring the medication to the funeral. You needed one last bit to fit in all the pieces now that you were beginning to fill in the gaps in your head. It would help to fill it all out. Give yourself some perspective. And you needed bandages, pain killers.. Right. A list. You needed a damned fucking list. Alright then. Most of your other things were too damaged. The last few things in the bag were just underwear and clothes, things that you needed. Socks, shoes. One dress, scissors and a first-aid kit, some weapons. There. All done. You looked around the house you were in for the past week. It was a wonderful week. You smiled softly and looked around looking for the laptop which was in smoking in a corner. That was fine. You could do this. You picked it up as you walked out of the apartment and smashed it into the stairs. You picked up the card that came out of it and stuffed it into the sweatshirt you were wearing. You had changed, but you still wanted his smell on you .So you'd put his sweatshirt back on. To remind you. As you stuffed the data drive into the pockets, you felt something cold inside. Pulling it out you stared at the keys like an idiot. Your mouth dropped open. You stole his car keys? Ah man he must be pissed! You chuckled at your stupidity. You could've saved yourself a lot of trouble if you'd known you'd had his keys. You laughed out loud, louder than you meant to, till the pains were more than you could handle. His car keys. Well, you could just return it to the hospital when you went there. All you had to do now was get to the safe house in the woods. You had 1 day, after which you needed to be sure of what you were going to do.