nomad | k.t.h ff [HIATUS]

1 - Her

3 Years Later

Cold feet patting against the ground, breath, heavy as steel; vibrations jolting up and down the body, She knows that tomorrow her body is going to ache. Static from one of the police radios go off, gesturing that they're near. Nowhere else to turn, she makes a last-minute decision and hides in the dumpster. Waiting for a few minutes, she no longer hears footsteps. Emerging out of the mustiness, she hops out as if nothing had happened a few minutes before. Casually walking out of the alley, foot tapping is heard close by. Inhaling deeply, she turns on her heels, facing what she calls "the end".

"Oh hey, Winston didn't think you'd be out tonight." She squeaks out.

"I wasn't supposed to, but when I heard someone made trouble- again, they called me up." He smirks, taking a step forward.

"Oh, well darn them for calling you. Well, I must be on my way!" Before she could turn away, Winston takes her wrists and cuffs her.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have them present during any questioning." She rolls her eyes, knowing word by word of his speech that he so dearly practiced.

"You know, after knowing you for three years, you've done pretty well with the whole 'rights thing'." She laughs, while Winston, not speaking another word, shoves her in the back of the police vehicle and drives off.

- - - - -

"For the last time, tell me what happened, exactly!" He wailed desperately, emphasizing on the last word. For the past half hour, Lane has been droning on about the events that took place before her arrest.

"All that happened was a few words exchanged between me and the man on the subway." she shrugged, not making a big deal about it.

Dragging his face down with his hands, he lets out an exasperated sigh. Not able to handle it anymore, he paces back and forth with his pointer finger and thumb cupping his chin. Slouching into her steel cold chair, as he has a mental breakdown, Lane pray for the situation to be over. A couple of minutes passed, and Winston finally begins to collect his emotions and seats himself back down, pressing his fingertips against each other.

Inhaling deeply, "You kicked him Lane, and then you ran away!" As he spits the words out, anybody could tell he was trying to keep his composure. He and Lane have been at the station the whole night, trying to get the story straight.

"I'm sorry he was being a little handsy." She mumbled, folding her arms.

Trying not to stress any further, Winston formulates an idea. Focusing on Lane, his eyes plead for approval of his plan. Her head falls back, knowing exactly what to do.

- - - - -

Not quite believing she's actually following through with his plan, she slips on a brown wig that hits just below her chest, with a loose-fitting maxi dress and sandals. In her hand, she holds a romance novel and her headphones. Waiting for the subway to show, the man appears, not yet noticing her. To grab his attention, she whistles to the beat of her music and begins to read a random chapter.

Not even a second later, he twists his head to the right, gawking at her appearance. Giving off a smug look, he fixes his sports coat, brushing back his hair, ready to ambush his next target. When he taps on her shoulder, she stares at him with fright. Noticing her coiling back, he whispers.

"All will be okay." Without even looking at him, she could picture his menacing smile, knowing what he'd do. Chills run down her spine, demanding herself to not get out of character. 

Taking his hand, he places it on her middle back, massaging it. She squirms in discomfort, and he pulls her closer by grabbing onto her waist. His hand begins to travel down her back, trying to convince her that it was going to be okay and that she'll enjoy it. Almost reaching into her lower region (and yes, with her dress still on), she bites her lip, wondering where Winston is.

Not a moment later, Winston sweeps in. "Charles Hallen, you are under arrest for sexual harassment. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have them present during any questioning."

"What! I-I was doing nothing! Plus, we're boyfriend and girlfriend!" He told Winston, giving her the supplicating look, so she could forgive him and move on with her life.

While shaking her head for 'no', Winston tightened the cuffs, hauling him away from the scene. Lane felt happy for herself, for the fact that people like him are put away, and she helped. For once in her life, she felt like she did something right.