The File

The File ~ Chap. 14

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Cole

We finally had a quiet and peaceful night of sleep. We had already slept full nights before, but now we were actually in comfortable beds, warm in new clothing and under blankets.

I stretched, listening to the refreshing sound of bones cracking. I felt even more relaxed once my bones were in their proper places-although who wouldn't be? Then I rolled my neck and shoulders and felt a little bit of tiredness return, but I was sure that if I got another full and comfortable night of sleep that night, I would be okay for the next day.

I stood up off the bed and glanced at Tate. She was still asleep, and resting on top of the sheets. She was curled into a ball, and seemed to be shivering, and when I went over to the heater, I found that it was blowing cold air. I also found her other clothes-undergarments included-and flushed when I started to think of Tate as something other than an acquaintance and ally.

I quickly shoved those thoughts from my mind, and slowly pulled the blankets out from under her without disturbing her. Then I covered her with them, and watched until she wasn't shivering any longer. And just to be on the safe side, I pulled the comforter off my bed and put that over her as well. I sat on the edge of my bed that faced hers, and stared at her face.

She looked so peaceful. Even though I experienced it firsthand, it seemed unbelievable that people were coming after her. In slumber, she seemed like a completely different person. She was gentle and relaxed. Conscious, she was strong, hotheaded, and tense.

I brushed her hair out of her face as I stood. We were in need of breakfast if we were going to get anywhere.

First I checked her bag. There were three more granola bars, two more bottles of water-jeez, how much did she think she was going to need for the trip to NY?-her cell phone-which seemed to have run out of power, and there was no charger-a hair brush, the flashlight I had stolen from the men a few days ago, and some girly necessities that made me turn red just by looking at them.

Well, that was pointless. There was no way I was going to allow us to have another breakfast of granola bars and water-or fast food for that matter. We needed something real and energizing.

Just as I was going to close the flap, I noticed two pieces of paper crumpled in the corner. I took one out and opened it, hoping it wasn't a love note from anyone or something along those lines.

It wasn't.

It was a Missing flyer with my face on it.

My eyes widened in shock. Where had Tate found this, and why hadn't she told me about it? I took the other out, and, expecting what I would see, I unfolded it and was staring at another flyer, but of Tate. I quickly crumpled them up again and stuffed them in, telling myself that no one had noticed who we were, and wouldn't because Tate had removed them from wherever she had found them.

Determined to still get breakfast, I grabbed my newly purchased wallet from the plastic bag-complete with money. I had bought a wallet when I got the clothes, and went to a bank I found to withdraw two hundred bucks from my account. I was worried that they might track us through the withdrawal, but remembered that we wouldn't be here for long, so it was alright-and grabbed one of the room keys.

As I opened the door, it creaked loudly. I prayed that it hadn't woken Tate up, but then I heard Tate yawn. I turned to her, and she slowly opened her eyes. I waited until she focused and realized where she was and what had happened.