vanilla // lrh

thirty one

The ride was silent, mostly.

The radio was turned all the way down, and all you could hear was the three of us breathing.

It felt strange, the air was thick like butter, with something rotten boiling from under the surface.

Luke held my hand the entire ride, occasionally giving it three tight but gentle squeezes.

I desperately wanted Luke or the driver to initiate a conversation, but I figured maybe that just isn't how these things work.

We slowly pulled in to the driveway of my childhood home, and I felt relieved we had made it back- you know, without the total stranger murdering us in the backseat.

I opened the door, with a quick "thank you", and shut it behind me.

"How much would you like, buddy?" I could hear Luke ask from inside the car.

"Don't worry about it." The driver with the glasses said, speaking for the first time. His voice was deep, much deeper than you would've guessed regarding his size, and he had some sort of thick accent. I couldn't exactly tell what, russian?

I started up the driveway, and stopped as I made it to the doorway. Luke was not behind me, like I thought he was, but still in the car.

The blackness of the night prevented me from seeing inside the vehicle at such a distance.

I waited at the doorway for another minute or so, until I finally recognized Luke's large frame hastily making his way over to me.

Without a word we went inside, and he walked with speed to the bedroom.

Luke sat himself at the edge of the bed, holding his hands together and eyeing the floor. His eyebrows were pushed together slightly, and he was gripping his lip with teeth.

"What happened?" I asked, standing across the room from him.

He shook his head, and let out a sarcastic sigh.

"We have to get out of here," He finally answered, the tone of his voice dripping with angered sarcasm. He didn't want to keep running.

"Where are we supposed to go?" I asked, and I felt my emotions surfacing. "We have nowhere to go."

"We can't stay here any longer." He said, his words demanding.

"Why do we have to be the ones to keep running?" I argued, my mindset slowly beginning to adjust. I wasn't going to keep running.

"Because he could fucking kill you? I wouldn't put that shit past him. And if I have anything to do with it he won't ever get close enough to you for that to happen."

I began to pace my room, the clouded fear in my brain was beginning to change form—adapt.

Why were we playing defense?

It was unfair for us to have to run away from a problem neither of us wanted to deal with, and if we didn't take action, it would never end.

"Luke," I laughed, stopping, and looking at him.

"Why isn't he running from us?"

Luke's eyes opened wide, as he played around with the thought in his head. Then he looked up at me, and grinned like the devil.

In that moment it seemed like everything was clear now, and we knew what we had to do.

Alec was a dead man, soon enough.

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im sorry this one is so short but this is just a transition into what the story is about to come.........

ever seen the music video for robbers by the 1975?

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