Behind Closed Doors

Zara

We've been on the run for 3 years. It all started with a dumb drunken night. Jimmy held up a small grocery store back in Florida. Theres a bounty of $5000 for the two of us.  Jimmy, he's all I have. My parents dumped me off at a foster home, so they could continue their drug binges. I'd run off from my foster parents, he found me in an ally, surrounded by three drunk guys. He saved me. I owe him my life. This past year has gotten worse. I think we both know our time is slowly running out.

I pulled the car around and waited. My fingers tapping the steering wheel.
"We're running low on time."  I mumbled to myself looking around nervously, closing my eyes and resting my head back on the seat.

The door opened and closed,
"Go Z. Fucking go!" He shouted.
I did so, quickly speeding out of the gas station lot.
I looked over to him and he was counting the money.
"What the hell took so long!?" I shouted looking in the mirror for any sign we were followed.
"Watch your tone." Jimmy warned pointing a finger at me.
"And for the record, the guy put up quite a fight." He added tending to a small stab wound on his thigh.
"I told you this one wouldn't go down well."
I tossed him a towel and kept my eyes on the road, sneaking occasional looks at him.

I drove for a couple hours before he tapped me, indicating for me to pull over so we could switch. When I parked the car, he grabbed my jaw and turned me to look at him.
I melted at his touch. He kissed me slowly and then hopped out of his side of the car. I moved over to the passengers side while he switched out the licence plates and got back in.

After a while of riding in silence, I looked at him and sighed.
"What's on your mind babe?" He looked over at me. I looked back at him and then out my window.

"It's gonna end isn't it?" I finally whispered looking back at him. He sighed and decided to ignore me.
"We can't keep this up, it's only a matter of time before.." I was cut off by his shouting.

"So you just want us to give ourselves up. That's it!?" He pulled over and looked at me.
"That's not what I was saying at all!" I felt a pit in my stomach starting to form.
"Bullshit. You don't want to be with me anymore. I know it, I've known it for a while." He got out and walked to my side of the car and opened the door, pulling me out of it. I fell to the ground.

"Fuck you!" I screamed, standing up and then starting off in the opposite direction of him.

"Go ahead. There's no one else out there. You couldnt get away from me even if you tried.!" He shouted after me, I could hear his footsteps growing closer.

I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, and he spun me around.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I squirmed to get away from him. He pulled me into his chest, and I broke down. I dug my fingers into the material of his tank top and pulled him closer to me.

After standing there for a while he pulled away, and walked with me back to the van.
"A couple more hours and we will stop to sleep. Aight?" He asked under his breath.
I nodded, staying quiet, wiping my eyes.

I slowly drifted to sleep and felt myself being laid down on something soft.
I peek one eye open, "Where are we?" I grumble, looking over to see him rumbling through my bag for clothes.

"Right on the edge of Vegas." He replied tossing me a t-shirt and shorts.

I woke up enough to get changed, and use the bathroom.
"Vegas huh?" I say brushing my teeth. Jimmy stood in the bathroom doorway, watching me. Something he'd done since the first night I spent with him.
"Change of scenery." He said coming up behind me, his arms snaking around my waist.  I chuckled softly as he kissed my cheek and I followed him back into the hotel room.

The next morning, I woke up to him scrambling to get everything together.
"C'mon Z, we've gotta go." I hurry to get up and pull my shoes on.

I swung my bag over my shoulders and he opened the door looking around. When the coast was clear we ran out the door quietly and to the van.