Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Five

It's Better Than You Think

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During the car ride to my doom, the atmosphere had a thick layer of tension and the driver and I were as silent as a mouse.

I looked up from my lap to catch a glimpse of the cop's stubbled face.

"Have I seen you before?" I asked, my eyebrows twisting in annoyance as I couldn't put a name to his familiar face.

"I don't know, but I was thinking the same thing when I restrained you, that's why I was talking to you." He said cautiously.

Through the rear view mirror I could see sadness in his eyes... Just like the cop that had picked me up from school when Mom died.

"Oh..." I stared in bewilderment. Now I remember...

"Merly?! It's me, Keith!" He suddenly pulled over.

Merly opened the car door and walked around to mine. He opened it, and reseated me to the passenger seat.

"Isn't that dangerous to allow a killer to sit in the front seat?..." I wondered aloud as he buckled me and slammed the door.

I watched as he angrily walked to his side of the car, jerked the door open, and plopped into his seat.

Without starting the car, he slammed his fist onto the dashboard.

"What the fuck?! Why did you kill him?! He was all you had left!" Was... he crying?

"Why are you crying?" My smile instantly changed to a look of worry.

"I'm sorry, I just don't understand why... Why a kid like you would do such a thing..."

"I couldn't handle him anymore. He sexually harassed me!" I so wish I could slap him, but the handcuffs wouldn't allow me too.

He winced. "What..."

"He tore my clothes off and spanked me like a three year old!" I smashed my head onto the dashboard harder than his fist had hit it.

"Why didn't you turn him in?!" He wiped his tears.

"Because I wanted him to suffer like I did... only he literally died. I only died on the inside." I smirked as I remembered his corpse laying on the hallway floor.

Merly slapped me, which took me by surprise.

"Dont you ever let me catch you smiling at the thought of a dead parent, or I'll skin you like a deer." He threatened.

I looked at his face. Then his hand. Then I started to cry.

I hugged him, without my arms, but it still counted.

I cried into his shoulder. Bit as hard as before, but I cried.

He pet my head and let me go.

I curled up in a ball and fell asleep, wondering what jail would be like.

Beep!

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Merly pressed the car horn.

Cursing, I twisted in my seat and unbuckled the seatbelt with my knee, and used ny foot to open the car door.

As soon as I stepped out, I tripped over the curb and fell face first onto the asphalt.

"Sons of mothers..."

I lifted my head and Merly tried to help me up, but my ankle protested, and I fell right back down.

He sighed and called for someone named Connor.

"Yeah, Hermit?" A deep voice asked.

I scanned Connor's body in awe.

He was wearing leather boots that reached just below his shins, with black skinny jeans that were similar to mine, but obviously looked better on him from the way they tightly held his firm ass. His tank top was black, too, and it was as tight as his skinny jeans, showing off his muscular upper body. His left hand had three rings on his middle finger, one a skull, the second a mood ring, and the last was a rainbow ring.

I finally reached his face... His motherfucking hunky ass face. He had black, long hair that was pulled into a messy bun, and a short blonde streak of hair dangled over his ear. His eyes were mismatched, one was a pale shade of green, like the color of mint. The other was a piercing blue, like Miku Hatsune's hair.

"Can you carry him to his cell? My old bones will snap if I do."

My face grew hot, I'm sure I was blushing, and I slammed my face back into the ground so thy couldn't see.

"I guess so, and go get him a wet rag, will ya? His face's all red, looks like he has a fever." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Hah, alright. You treat him with care or I'll have to lop your head off. He's a son to me." He threatened.

Connor carried me bridal style to my jail cell, and on the way, I couldn't help bit stare in awe at his face.

He unexpectedly looked down at me with a smirk, and his face got closer to mine.

I blushed like an idiot, and he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered.

"Hi there, pet. I'm Mr. Oakley. I'll be your guard during your time here." His deep, seductive voice made me shiver in his arms.

"Cold?" He chuckled. Dear God, his laugh was beautiful.

My eyes widened when I realised he was staring at my crotch. I wondered why until I noticed my erection.

"Did I make you horny?" He licked his lips.

I squirmed in his arms and he slid my cell door open with his foot and gently placed me down on the bed in the corner.

Holy shit, I think the bed is cinder blocks with a sheet over them!

Connor licked his lips one more time.

"Hm, you'll have to call me Sir or Master, or I'll whoop that pretty little ass of yours. Whaddaya say, pet?" He grabbed my thigh and I jumped.

"No, you won't touch me!" I kicked my legs, hoping to fight him off, but he grabbed them and spread them.

Now I was shivering. Not in disgust, but pleasure.

"I would take you right here but the old man's comin' back."

He dropped my legs and uncuffed my hands, placing the restraints on his belt loop.

Before he left, he licked my cheek. and hurriedly closed and locked my cell's door.

Just as he sat down on a metal bench against the wall, Merly came back with a wet rag.

"He don't need it no more." 'Master' said on a monotone voice.

He grabbed the rag and wrung it over his head, and the water ran down his face.

I could see him wink from under his wet bangs.

Jail isn't that bad after all...