I stood in the centre of the shower, refusing to look down. I already felt gross just being in the place but I knew if I were to look down and see a wad of hair, I'd start gagging.
The water pouring from the frail shower head was scolding hot, just the way I liked it. I closed my eyes for a moment and recalled the thrill of the day, from the jump off the cliff and the way he held me at the bottom. I could feel my body going jelly at the thought of him. It was embarrassing even just constantly thinking back on it.
I closed the running water and grabbed the towel to dry myself. After Hunter kicked me out of the car, I had to grab my clothes and sprint into the bathroom. Even in that short amount of time I ran for, the clothes got slightly damp, which meant it felt weird putting them on.
I exited the shower and stood in front of the half broken mirror in front of me. The lights in the place were starting to flicker, most likely the result of the storm outside.
I held my head underneath the hand dryer in an attempt to dry my hair. It was going well for a few seconds, until the place shut down on me. The lights completely died, and the dryer turned off immediately.
I tried to push past the thought in my head, the one that was telling me a guy with a mask and machete was going to burst into the place.
Outside wasn't much brighter. The rain had yet to slow down and the sky seemed much greyer than before. I threw the towel over my head and took a deep breathe before sprinting towards the car.
The car door wouldn't open. I knocked on the window vigorously, finding their joke the least bit amusing.
"Open the door, please" I shouted out.
Inside, Hunter put a hand behind his ear and looked straight at me, pretending he couldn't hear me. I glared at him then looked over to Luke, hoping to find sympathy there. Eventually, Luke succumbed to my sad stare and continuous knocking and unlocked the doors.
The warm air hit me immediately, combating the goosebumps that formed even under the huge hoodie I had on.
"You're clothes are wet, get out." Hunter said, without skipping a beat. He locked me out just so he could say that, I just knew it.
"Get fucked." I mumbled, pulling the hood over my head for extra warmth, even though the hood was wet itself. There was absolutely no chance that I wasn't going to catch a cold after all of this.
"They jump off one cliff and forget who they're talking to," Hunter joked, pushing his head deeper into the back of the seat and closing his eyes.
There was no point in replying, we'd just go back and forth with sarcastic remarks until either one of us got pissed off and took it too far.
We sat in silence in the vehicle for a few minutes longer. All that rang through our ears was the sound of water pouring down without hesitation on the Earth. People always thought storms symbolised the Almighty releasing it's wrath on Earth. I thought otherwise. I thought the storms were somewhat of a cleanser. Like God was trying to wash away the stacked up sins of humans, and maybe there were a lot of sins to wash away today.
"I'm hungry, can we go eat?" Luke asked, breaking through the silence. I looked at the back of Hunters head, waiting to see what the boss thought.
"Fuck it, let's go. Just drive carefully."
"Go as in leave this place?" I piped in. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea, considering they were almost certain that a day or so ago we were being followed. This place felt like a safe haven at the moment.
"I doubt they're trying to look for us in this weather." Hunter justified, giving Luke the signal to turn on the engine and drive away.
"Cause we're the only dumb ones to be out in this weather. Again."
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Thin Line
Roman d'amourI heard a chuckle come from Hunter. "Do you want to know what I think?" He said. "No, not really." "I think you and I are not as different as you think we are. I think you're also a bitter child with a superiority complex." "No," I spoke firmly, "T...
