I Found Home [Completed]

Chapter Six

After finally getting a chance of hardcore work, I earned much more than expected. Manager Kim wasn't necessarily rich, but she wasn't of average either. She had a lot to pay us, and since today she was free, she watched us the entire time. The whole day, the other dumbass baristas had actually decided to do something. I almost wanted to laugh when one of them screwed up an old man's drink, and the old man retaliated by feigning a heart attack.

"Creative old man," Brent commented.

After a hard day's work, I found Rebecca waiting outside the apartment again. I scolded her this time.

"What d'you think you're doing?! I'm not gonna waste money on medicine when you're sick! Jesus Christ! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to sleep outside?!"

Rebecca only giggled in reply, saying that whenever I was mad, it was a little funny.

I was currently in the kitchen, cooking up some food. This time, Rebecca sat on the nearby counter, watching intently with amazement in her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her child-like behavior. People do what they usually do when they know someone a little better. It's quite likely she's a childish person, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised. She kept asking questions about the food, though I ignored her and told her to guess. She usually got a little annoyed when that happened, but she didn't have any right to be mad.

After we ate dinner, I looked at all the money I had. Assuming we took the lowest class in an airline, that'll be around $189 per ticket. That means $378 for two plane tickets. I leaned back against the couch, thinking. Sighing, I closed my eyes. We'll need around $400, and then a way to get from hotel to hotel until we reach the actual destination of Olivia's town. Unless we want to walk, we'll also need transportation. Probably a bike or something, since taxis cost too much and Uber's are too dangerous. But of course, we'll also need food..

I felt something fall onto my lap, and I opened my eyes. Rebecca had fallen asleep on me, her stomach practically trapping me on the couch. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. Stupid. Couldn't she have just gone to bed? I smushed myself against the couch, still thinking as my hand ran through her hair gently.

Ugh, but buying bikes in California.. that's probably $30 to $70. And then multiplied by two... No. We're walking. I don't think so. I put my hands on my face, breathing in deeply. So, $100 for transportation, just in case Rebecca gets tired. And then another $200 for food and water. Assuming we land at the exact airline I want us to go to, then it'll probably be a two-day walk, meaning we'll need to spend a night at a hotel and not stop while walking. That'll be another $100, bringing us to approximately $800.

I stretched out my arms and sighed. I was about to get up until I felt the weight of Rebecca's body on my lap. Oh. Right. I picked her up and walked into my room. Laying her down on my bed, I pulled the covers over her body. A yellow beeper in my mind started blinking in the shape of a heart.

Rebecca Walkers: Status - Conscious.

I stared her down. So was this a test, to see if I would rape her? I rolled my eyes. Stupid. I walked out of the room and put away the money on the table.

Give me one more day.

I promise.

We'll escape. Together.

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"Sam! The phone is ringing!" Rebecca yelled from the living room.

I growled a little. "UGH. COMING!!"

Storming into the living room, I found Rebecca laying on the ground, her legs on the couch as she watched TV. I rolled my eyes. Can she just sit like a normal person? The phone was indeed ringing, and I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Sam! Please, you mustn't—"

"I'm going back. No matter what you say, I'm going back," I spat harshly before the frantic doctor could finish her sentence. "I'm cured enough as it is. I can travel fine. I'm not having any symptoms of going haywire. I'm fine. Good day."

I ended the call and put the phone back. Turning around, I almost yelled when Rebecca was suddenly in front of me. Though her figure was small, she seemed to stop me so easily. The oversized t-shirt on her shoulders was definitely mine. (There was a secret bond that stated she could wear my shirts, and I couldn't question it.)

"Who was that?" She asked curiously, though a knowing look flashed in her eyes. "Was it your doctor?"

My lips thinned into a straight line. "None of your business."

"Actually, we're living together," Rebecca replied. I gave her a glare, but she stood up straight, her shoulders holding up a confident frame. "We.. help each other, if we live together."

I stepped towards her, scaring the bejesus out of her. My hand raised up, and she closed her eyes, anticipating pain. I flicked her forehead lightly. She sufficed a small squeak.

"Yes. It was a doctor. And no. It still isn't any of your concern," I finalized.

I brushed my shoulder against hers, walking away, a hand over my heart. At least Rebecca has feelings. Unlike my bitch of an ex. I put my hand down and breathed in deeply. She has a weird effect on me. I rolled my eyes. She's gonna become the cause of my problems too. My eyes widened when I felt delicate arms wrap around my torso from behind, pushing me forward slightly. Rebecca's hold on me tightened when my heart sped up. I felt her cheek against my back.

"Sam.."

I felt something jolting up my spine at her small voice. She usually had an air of confidence when speaking to me. Her head shifted, and she stuffed her face into my back. I didn't make a move to tear her arms off of me, nor did I want to turn around. My hands clenched into fists to my sides, and I opened my mouth to speak.

"Rebec—"

She interrupted me.

"Don't walk away like it doesn't hurt you."

I felt her words hit my chest. ..like it doesn't hurt you. My head tilted up, looking up at the old ceiling. Don't walk away like it doesn't hurt you. I closed my eyes and sighed. The sound echoed through the hall, and Rebecca seemed to hug me tighter. Something wet seeped through my shirt. I recognized it as Rebecca's warm tears. My lips thinned into a straight line once more. Turning around in her arms, I put my arms around her as well.

"Stupid."

That was when she broke down. She broke down again, like a machine malfunctioning. I put my hand on her head, patting her gently in my arms. The same thing happened; she was saying apologies and screaming towards someone. I assumed maybe it was her parents, but there was a raw emotion to her cracking voice. Something that wasn't there before.

"Don't.. walk away," she whispered, her shoulders hunching up, "..and leave me."

Her words changed. I looked down at her trembling body. Something must've triggered a memory. My hand held the back of her head, trying to comfort her.

"How can you cry at my suffering when you have your own..?" I muttered.