Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Abducted Girl and a Fugitive

Alec's POV:

   Marcie forgave me eventually.  It took a really long time and I did a whole lot of kissing up.  She was hesitant towards me at first but eventually she fell for it.  It wasn't my fault everything happened the way it did.  I couldn't let that old lady call the police, they'd find me again and I'd loose Marcie.  Plus I couldn't let Marcie know my criminal past, she'd leave, no doubt and I couldn't let her do that.  I had to get her to Stockton or.. well I don't know what would happen but I knew it wouldn't be good.  No more messing around.

   After everything happened I took that old lady out and burned her along with my truck.  Burned them both to the ground.  Marcie thinks that I buried her though, which is a good thing I guess; I need all the innocence I can get right about now.  Staying in this old house proved to be a great hideout.  It was actually miles away from where we crashed which is crazy because I have no idea how that lady even got both of us here.  The police searched the crash scene for over a week looking for any evidence of anything but all they found was glass and tire marks.  They eventually ruled out any deaths, assuming the car got away in one piece.  

   Anyway, we've been staying at this old ladies house for over a month now cause Marcie wants me to heal and she said the house has all the "necessities" that we need.  It's actually been pretty great being bed ridden and all cause Marcie feels bad for me and makes me all kinds of food.  At first, the meals tasted like hospital food but I think she's slowly becoming a better cook.  It's amazing having my own little house wife around.  There are ups and downs though.  Like this recovery thing sucks ass.  For the first two weeks any time that I moved I could feel my ribs grind against each other which was a bitch. But now I can move around without being in too much pain so that means we need to get back on the road here shortly.  I began packing a suitcase full of food when Marcie walked in the kitchen.

"What are you doing out of bed?" she wondered and motioned me down the hall.

"Babe, I'm fine."

"How are you fine? Yesterday I had to massage your legs for two hours because you said you couldn't feel them!" she shouted frustrated.  I walked over to her and kissed her forehead.  She was so naive.

"Yes, and you've made me feel all better.  Now help me pack this suitcase with food." I demanded as I kissed her forehead again.  She grumbled over to the pantry and started throwing things in the bag while I got the water bottles from the fridge.

"Where are we going now?" she asked trying not to let me see her excitement.

"California." I said in almost an asking tone.

"I thought we were going to Paris?" her face seemed disappointed now.  I couldn't take her to Paris.  I couldn't take her anywhere with a lot of people.  There is a warrant for my arrest for goodness sake.  I had to get her on board for Cali, if not I don't know how I will ever get her to Stockton.

"Babe, Cali is just as beautiful." I assured her although she didn't seem too convinced. "We won't be able to go to Paris, Marcie.  They wont let an abducted girl and a fugitive through customs." I grinned at her like I was making a sick joke.

Marcie's POV:

   I mean I understood why we couldn't go anymore.  But that didn't mean that I wasn't more than upset.  After we finished packing our bags with food and clothes Alec began rummaging through all the bathroom cabinets. 

"What are you looking for?" I repeated over and over, getting annoyed at the sound.  Alec didn't respond, he just held up an item high in the sky victoriously.  An electric razor.  He plugged it in and turned it on. "What are you doing?" I shouted and snatched the razor from him before it touched his scalp. "I like your hair long." Alec had sexy hair.  It was shorter in the back, pushed up in the front.  It was messy but flattering.  I didn't want to see it go.

"Marcie, if the police are looking for me do you think I want to go out in public looking just like myself?" he looked at me with a stupid look on his face and took the razor back from me.  "They're looking for you too, we need to give you a different hair style."

   A new hair style?  I didn't like the sound of that.  I watched as Alec began, his hair falling to the bathroom floor.  Every buzz to his head killed me a little more inside.  When he was done he looked like some kind of dark haired Eminem wana-be. I sighed.

"Now you." he said as he brought the clippers close to me.

"Wait!" I yelled, backing up against the wall. "Please don't cut all my hair off."

"Stop worrying" he shushed me as he began buzzing off strands of my hair.  I closed my eyes tight not wanting to ever open them again.  He tugged and pulled at my hair for not longer than two minutes until I heard him turn the buzzer off.

"Do I still have hair left?" I gulped and he just told me to open my eyes and see for myself.  I was scared too.  But I was almost more scared not to.  If I looked bad at least I could try to salvage something from it.  I opened my eyes slowly and looked at my reflection in the mirror.  I went from having fairly long hair to a short pixie cut in a matter of seconds.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  But it was still pretty bad.  One side looked as if it was shorter than the other.  I probably lost close to seven or eight inches off my hair which was way too much of a change for me in that amount of time.

"Now come on, we need to get moving before someone finds us out." Alec said grabbing a bag and opening the front door sending a wintry chill into the house.  I gave him a big sigh, grabbed the other suitcase and shuffled out into the cold, closing Ms. Laurie's front door behind me.