Beautifully Insane

Chapter Twelve

     Now that Mitch and I were out of the asylum, it made me wonder what was in the future for us. My heart ached as I thought, he wouldn't have used me, would he? Our feeling for each are real, aren't they?
I looked up at the sky through the frosted window of the stolen vehicle as Mitch was fast asleep behind me in his reclined driver's seat as the truck was hidden in the darkness of the woods. My eyes began to water as a vicious thought of Mitch entered my mind. A hand landed on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" I heard Mitch ask.
I turned in the tilted back passenger's seat to face him Mitch as I tried my best to make any sign of tears, vanish "Can't sleep either?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"The adrenaline is still active," Mitch confessed through his smile that I love so much.
I giggled as I held his hand in mine. I changed my tone of voice to a more serious note, "Are you going to abandon me now that we are out?"
Mitch lifted himself with his elbow to stare at me in the eye insulted. His face softened. "I don't know what cause our connection to be so strong. I don't know if it was seeing you with blood on your hands, us being crazy, us being high on meds, or us being the same person in different bodies. When I first saw you, it wasn't only your beauty that attracted me to you, it was the darkness that surrounded you and how you bond with it," Mitch poured his heart out while he placed my cheek in his hands. "You are fearless, a fighter as much as you are a lover, and no one stops you from getting what you want, I admire that about you. If I was going to abandon you. I wouldn't have come back for you. Paige, now that I found you and have you, I don't plan on loosing you, but I have to ask you one thing."
"Anything," I tell him.
"You can't change your mind down the road if you say yes," Mitch informed me.
"Ask."
"I have a lot of dangerous friends and even worse enemies. The kind of enemies that you have to watch your every move. If you come with me, you will mostly become a target to those people so that they can get a hold of me. If they get to me, they will eventually get to my father. Now I ask you, do you want to come with me?"
I would be in constant danger if I went with him. Knowing him, he wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on me. We would be stronger together and I don't want to leave him. I don't have the heart to tell him 'no' if I wanted us to part. If we weren't at least in each other's presence, looking out for each other, I would be heart broken and I believe he would be too. I looked deep into Mitch's eyes as I came to a decision. "I do," I answer.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Besides I'm forever in your debt, remember?"
"You make it sound like I own you by having you chained to my side," Mitch laughed.
"It sounds like it would be fun," I playfully teased with a wink.
Mitch laid back with a smile across his face before closing his eyes. As I moved myself to lay closer to Mitch, a question popped into my mind. Who is Mitch's father?
     As sun rays pierced through the tree, I was regretting my decision. I suggested that Mitch and I take off on foot, even though our slippers would moist from the snow, and try our best to not leave whole footsteps behind. The wind blew violently against our faces as we came out of the woods with out frozen bodies. "We need to get a car in order to reach my father's house," Mitch informed me as his body cruelly shivered, "we will be safe there."
I looked closely to the parked cars as we walked down a sidewalk of downtown Angelwood. To the right of us was a small, beige, Ford car with lights on and exhaust coming out of a muffler in front of a drug store. I peeked into the car to see the keys in the ignition without a single person occupying the car. Mitch opened the driver's seat as I crawled into the passenger's seat. We heard a shout while Mitch drove quickly away from the curb.
     I could barely feel my face as the heat was cranked up all the way. A low growl came from the back seat as I look through the compartments of the front seat, finding twenty bucks stored between a few CD's. Mitch and I glanced behind ourselves to find a black and chestnut brown Rottweiler puppy with gray eyes with a green, squeak less bone between his teeth. I twisted my body and reached my arms out to him. The puppy sat up and took a small step forward. I gently wrapped my fingers around his sides with the tips of my fingers, supporting his stomach and lifted him up in the air. The pup whimpered in fright as I placed him on my lap. I softly scratched behind the puppy's floppy ear as his damp, hot, smooth tongue licked my wrist. He is so cute! Shelly exclaimed.
"You think we should give him a name or something?"
"I don't see why not. We can't kick him to the curb and desert him. He is ours now," Mitch explained.
I couldn't decide a name for the pooch on my lap. His name has to be something unique, something original. I went through all of the names of TV shows I watch and the video games I play. "Kurama," I named the Rottweiler.
"Kura what?"
"Kurama, it's from a TV show I would watch a lot during the summer," I clarified.
"Kurama it is," Mitch confirmed as he patted the top of Kurama's head.
     I kept my attention on the outside or the car while light rock music filled  everyone's ears. We past the high-school I know longer attend to. I wondered how Libby was doing as I gazed at the school. I haven't spoken to Libby in months. Mitch slightly put pressure on the brake petal to slow down to allow a person in a small, navy blue car to turn into the school's parking lot. "Libby," I whispered while following her with my eyes.
"Is that your friend?"
"My best friend," I answered, "not so much anymore."
"That's a shame," Mitch smirked as soon turned into the parking lot to follow Libby's car.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Mitch stopped the car and took Kurama from my lap, "Go say hi."
I shook my head slightly, "I don't even know what to say to her."
"You say she is your best friend, right?" Mitch questioned, "doesn't that mean, on some level, you two are sisters?"
He is telling the truth, Charlie told me. Go give her a hug.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car, not having a clue as to what I was going to say to Libby.
    As I approached Libby, I saw her opening her car door while getting her school bag from the backseat. I stopped walking, "What if she doesn't even want to see me?" I asked Charlie in a whisper while getting cold feet.
Don't be ridiculous, Shelly answered for Charlie. Libby will be happy to see you.
Just as I was going to turn away to get back and the car to tell Mitch I couldn't face her without feeling guilty of leaving her and being away for so long, I heard my name being called. "Paige, is that you?"
I saw Libby's expression of surprise. I couldn't tell if she was  glad to see me or not. Libby slammed her car door shut and stormed up to me. "You killed Jeremy!" Libby shouted, "and for what, because he cheated on you?"
I nodded confirming of what I have done, accepting the fact that Libby was furious with me, not that I could blame her.
After a moment of silence between us, Libby asked, "Is it true that you hear voices?"
I wouldn't call Charlie and Shelly  voices, but I nodded again. "Yes," I answered as my voice shook.
Libby wrapped her arms around me. "I've missed you so much," Libby you cried.
My eyes widened as tears started to form in the basement of my eyelids. "I've missed you so much too. I'm so sorry Libby."
Libby pulled back as her tears began to fade away, "You are so boney. Have you been eating?"
"Paige," Mitch called my name from far behind me as I was going to give Libby an answer. "We got to go," he informed me.
I knew we couldn't be in one place for a long time as police might spot us or people would give them a tip of suspicious activity. I quickly glance at him to see him getting back inside the car and turning the engine back on. "I have to g—"
"Did you break out?" Libby cut me off.
"I did," I answered and kissed her cheek. "I love you," I added before getting back into the car.
     Pulling out of the schools parking lot to return getting back on track to our mission of getting to Mitch's father's house. Mitch peeked over his arm, "Are you alright?"
"I feel better, thank you."
Mitch smiled as he intertwined out fingers. I admired how my hands fitted perfectly in his. It made me wonder how crazy I must really be. After all, I am in love with a murderer.