Her

Part Thirteen:

"Oh my god what the h--- just happened?!" He shouts at me, and multiple other questions. I don't know what just happened, I don't care that I just probably almost died. I don't even hear him because I just keep saying the same word over and over.

"OHIO OHIO OHIO OHIO OHIO OHIIIOOOO Ohio ohio OHIO ohio! Ohio? Ohio!"

"Jesus calm down! Rean! Re-"

"Ohio ohio ohio ohio ohio ohio ohio!!"

"REAN!"

"Ohio Ohio OHIOOOOOOO!!!"

"JESUS REAN! RE-"

"My name isn't Rean."

"Wha- what is it then?" He sounds relieved, annoyed, and scared all wrapped up in a little adorable, very cute, dreamy, sushi roll. Agh I need to get back on task!

"I don't know. I know that it isn't that though."

"Well.. duh. It's just temporary."

He starts to say something else but I am back to whisper-chanting "Ohio". He leans over and shakes both of my shoulders, and I look deep into his ocean eyes.

"I am from Ohio." I whisper.

"I realized." He whispers back.

"Really?" My sarcasm drips like molasses. Or like the oil in my hair from not having a cleaning in days. Yet, somehow, Maddox's soft hair has stayed perfectly gorgeous.

"You know what?" 

"Yes?"

"We need to go shopping. New clothes. A shower. Actual food. I know I said we can't risk it, but I just got a feeling, y'know?" I blurt. I feel so          i n v i n c i b l e.

"No... I don't know. Are you sure? Like, absolutely serious? You kinda seem to be.. I don't know. Hyper or impulsive right now? I do not think that this is the right time.." He trails off, looking at me worriedly.  I stop, my impulsive-ness fading just a tad.

"I uhm.. I get your point but I am in serious need of something amazing right now."

"Rean," he persists, "Seriously, think about this. You almost got kidnapped last time we stopped."

"My name isn't Rean." I say blankly and he sighs. I add, "It is like the further away we get from that place and the more the drugs wear off, I am remembering more things and I feel invincible, like they can't touch me." He doesn't answer for awhile then asks me if I know what bi-polar is. I smack his arm.

"I am not being bi-polar! And the last time we stopped was the dying gir-" I stop talking, the image of that girl splaying itself upon my mental screen. I wince, and hope she is okay.

"So basically, we shouldn't stop anyways because every time we do, something bad happens. And we don't have any money." Money. I completely forgot about that aspect.

"There has to be some somewhere in this car! Open the glove box, check in the seats and the floors! Scour everything." I sound like a pirate. He opens the glove box and ruffles around everything. Suddenly, he yanks back his hand and I hear a 'pop' noise. A thick, sleek, black envelope falls out from the top of the compartment onto the floor. Maddox looks up and meets my eyes, we share a confused look. He slips his arm down and wraps his fingers around the envelope, pulling it into his lap. 

"There is small writing on the top but I can't...'Emergencia'. That is what it says."

"Huh. Open it." I declare. His nimble fingers rip the envelope, then slide under the seal to open it. I hear him gasp, and I glance over, saying "Whaaat?".

"Money! A lot, too!" Maddy exclaims.

"Lemme see! How much?" I lean over to look at the gigantic sum, accidentally swerving the car almost off the road, "Oooh, you know what this means!" 

"Rean, we can't blow all of this. We need to save it for emergencies, spend a little as we need. Please be reasonable."

"Maddy, I know I shouldn't care, but I am getting to the point of filthy-ness that I am disgusting myself. And everything I touch."

"No! We are not stopping! Please keep your head. We need to keep going."

"Five thousand dollars, though! Imagine how nice a shower would feel. Warm water washing all the grime away, soft towels and awesome smelling shampoo. Then soft, cozy, new clothes against your freshly cleaned skin. A full stomach, comfortable and happy. Oooh... a stockpiled car full of non-perishable food so we can eat whenever we please. Pillows and actual sleeping bags. Maybe a tent. A survival or first aid kit?" I speak with such conviction I am even making myself jealous. I see his face soften and his eyes fill with longing for a couple moments, then he goes back to being stubborn.

"No! I said it, and I will say it again. We. Are. Not. Stopping. At least, not in your current state, my dear." He insists. I feel the hot blush start to creep up my face again, and all he said was 'dear'. I am falling hard and need help. We are scootin' down the highway at a fast pace, passing buildings here and there. I see a sign for stores and food, and I feel drained. I turn to Maddox, my lips pouted and puppy dog eyes on and say, "P-please?" sniffling like I am about to cry. He sighs and turns to stare out the window. Ten giddy minutes later, I pull into the Walmart parking lot.