Runnin Thru The 7th - SuicideBoys

You'll Be Okay

We walk out to the car without saying a word. Emily and I have no idea how Ruby and Scrim are treating the situation like they've done this shit before. I know they have been through some rough shit but so have I and I'd never been able to almost kill a man. We get in the car, not knowing what to say or do next. 

"Uh, guys can we stop my place and get my stuff?" Emily asks, quietly.

"Yeah, no problem, baby," Ruby says, with a smile. I think he's been feeling some type of way towards her but it doesn't seem that important to me right now.

We drive to Emily's house and help her gather her things in a small bag, she lives with her mother but has been trying to escape her for years. She writes her mom a lengthy note and leaves on the table, then walks out the door with tears in her eyes. I know she doesn't want to be here with her mother anymore, but it's still hard for her to leave her all alone. 

We start driving towards to highway, but they still haven't told us where the hell they can take us that we won't be found. 

"So, where are we going to stay?" I ask.

"Well, the thing is, Ash," Scrim pauses and sighs. "We still have a couple more weeks of tour left, so you guys have to stay in a hotel somewhere," He hesitantly says.

"Here?" Emily and I say simultaneously.

"Ya. We have to go back to the bus and leave, like right now. So, we have to drop you off at the closest hotel. We're so sorry,"

I don't think Jake is stupid enough to come find us, but I'm still worried. Emily and I will have no way to protect ourselves. If it hadn't of been for the guys being there when Jake came back, we would have been dead. 

We arrive at a very run down motel about 20 minutes away from my house. We take our bags inside while Ruby checks us in at the front desk. We all walk up to the really small room and set down our stuff. 

"I know it's not great but it's the best we could find around here that wasn't booked," Scrim says, I can tell he feels bad but I I know he's trying to help.

"I'm sure we'll be fine, thank you," I say, hoping he doesn't know I'm lying. If Jake knows that we're alone, I know he'll come back. I hate that Emily was drug into this as well, I don't deserve her.

Scrim pulls me out into the hallway and shuts the door, it's hard to make eye contact after seeing everything he did to Jake. I'm so thankful that he was there but it's so traumatic to see someone being carved into like they're nothing but a sculpture.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through all of this, you don't deserve it. I promise after the tour we'll come and get you guys, you'll finally be safe," He says, staring into my dark brown eyes. 

"Don't think that I don't appreciate all of this, but why are you helping us? I mean, you just met us both." 

"Cause we've both been in a place where we feel hopeless. We don't just say that shit in our songs because we wanna be edgy, it's how we feel and how we've felt. I'm tired of seeing people go through the toughest shit an never get help. We wanna help you guys because we see so much of our pain when we look at the shit you're going through," He sighs and looks away, trying to hide the pure emotion in his eye. 

"I didn't know you cared so much. I didn't mean to sound like you don't have good intentions," I reply.

I know, Ashly. Don't worry about that stupid fucker coming around again," He looks around and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the same knife he used on Jake. "If he does decide to come and find you, use this and don't hold back," He hands me the knife.

"Well, this makes me feel much safer," I laugh a little bit, which makes him smile.

He stares into my eyes for a couple seconds, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, revealing a more intimate side of himself that I thought I'd never see. He made me feel safer than ever.

"You'll be okay, shorty. I promise. We gotta go," He says as he opens the door to get Ruby. 

I say thank you to them as they leave. When I know they've left, I feel different, like I'm not okay anymore. I tell Em everything that happened, minus the little amourous moment I had with Scrim. I don't want her to think I'm getting too close too fast. 

I change my clothes into something more comfortable and got to bed. At this point, it's only 7:00 pm, but it feels like it's been the longest day of my life.