Partners In Crime

2 ~ False Accusations

I woke with a groan, my whole body ached as my eyes felt heavy in my head. Yawning, I rubbed my eyelids with my hands, my body rolling over.

"Shit." I groaned and hissed, my arm erupting with pain as I leant on it. I quickly looked down, slightly panicked, to see a small bandage around it, the top soaked in blood.

My gasp filled the air as my eyes opened properly and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

What the fuck!

A stared at the small fan spinning slowly, pushing around the musty air, before I turned me head to the side...

I shot up and screamed, almost falling out of the bed as my eyes fell on him leaning in the doorframe. My arm shot pain over my body once again as I grabbed it.

Michael just stood expressionless.

"What?" He stated blankly as I tried to use the duvet as a shield, dipping my head under for a second.

"Y-you're well you..." I couldn't finish my words as I watched him tilt his head to the side. My heart began to race as I looked around at what appeared to be a motel. Where the fuck was I?

"Are you scared of me?" He spoke again, my eyes quickly darting back to him. His arm lifting up making me flinch, his eyes narrowing in before he placed it back onto the doorframe.

"Yes...you're one of the most wanted men in America!" I choked, my tears threatening to escape as I realised I was probably never going to leave this room alive.

I jumped again as he made a clicking sound with his tongue, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Apparently so."

Staying as still as possible, I watched as he pushed himself away from the doorframe and out of the room.

My head snapped to the window as soon as he shut the door behind him. Quick. Surely I could fit through there?

With my eyes never leaving the window, I climbed out of the bed, ignoring the pain from my arm as I fiddled with the window. Fuck. Of course it was locked why wouldn't it be if I'm being held hostage?

After about 20 minutes of trying to pry the window open, I flopped back onto the bed in defeat. My tears rolling down my cheeks as I pictured Alex's little face. How would they tell him I died? Would he even understand what that meant? Who would look after him once I'm gone!?

Hysterically, I raked my hands through my hair, trying to control my erratic breathing. I grabbed the remote beside me on the night stand, turning the TV on as I carefully shuffled my body back in defeat.

"And this was footage from last night...the two suspects escaped through the back emergency exit. One has been identified as Michael Jackson..."

My head snapped up as I was met with a blurry picture of a Michael's face. My eyes widening as the woman continued.

"The women in his arms has been identified as Lyra Rodgers, thought to be his partner in crime. The two are thought to be armed and dangerous, make sure to stay alert..."

"What the fuck!" I screamed at the screen, slamming the remote down just as a large picture of my face flashed across the screen.

I jumped yet again as Michael slammed the door open, his frown deep on his face as he walked towards the bed.

"What now!?" He followed my transfixed gaze, his face still expressionless as he watched the news flash images of our faces over the screen. He turned to me, his laugh hanging in the air, "Looks like I should be scared of you now girl...Lrya is it?"