Temptation: Nate Maloley Fanfiction

Chapter 12

"Get Briley, I'll get Sam" Nate sternly said. I walked towards Briley, who was laying on the floor half conscious.

"Come on Briley" I whisper.  "You're a strong girl, remember that. You just gotta stay with me." The ringing in my hear was beyond deafening and I wasn't sure if I was even saying anything. I picked her up and supported her with my shoulders. She could barely walk, so I had to carry most of her weight.

"Come on Briley. You made it this far. We'll get help. You'll get better. Everything will get better. I promise. You just have to stay with me. Stay... with... me..." I felt as if I were fighting for her life, but I myself was struggling to stay conscious long enough to  get her to the car. That was the last I remembered.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar car. I could hear Sammy and Nate arguing.

"Where are we gonna go?" Sammy asked.

"Omaha" Nate replied. Omaha?

"We can't go back to Omaha, too many people know us. We're wanted for Christ's sake." Sammy insisted.

"Then where should we go?"

"I dunno, New York maybe?"

"What?" I ask sitting up.

"Morning babe" I see a black-eyed Nate smile to me from the rear view mirror.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"New York?" Nate suggests.

"What? What about school? We have to go back!"

"We can't" he said.

"But, he entered our house, shot Sammy, hit Briley, attempted to rape me; so that's breaking and entering, attempted murder, battery, sexual assault" I said counting the offenses in a desperate attempt to get Nate to turn the car around.

"Katie..." Sammy said. I looked up to see him looking at me through the mirror, "It's too late."

"Well then what are we going to do? We have two shot wounds, two busted lips, countless bruises-"

"-A fractured wrist" Nate adds holding up his hand.

"Nate Montgomery Maloley, you're driving with a broken wrist?! Pull over! I demanded. I looked out the window and saw nothing but dirt field for miles, and knew we were safe. He pulled over and we both got out.

I walked toward the trunk and began searching for a first aid kit. Once I found it, I wrapped his wrist and put the wrist brace over it.

"Now no more driving. I'll drive to the nearest hotel" I saw his other hand wrapped in strips of a tshirt. "Give me that" I sighed, "you'll get an infection".

I unwrapped the shirt from his hand and saw a huge gash in his hand.

"So what's the plan?" I asked as I cleaned the wound.

"Well I got the money we stashed at our building." He winced from the pain.

"And how much is that?"

"$1200" my eyes widened. "We were saving up to get out of LA. Well, looks like we are, ha. It's enough to get us to new York and a down payment on an apartment just outside of New York City."

I tore another strip from his shirt and rewrapped his hand. I needed the guase for Sammy.

"What about food? Clothes? God you didn't plan this very well." I replied.

"Well what was I supposed to do? I was very limited in time and resources." He defended.

"Idunno, we're already criminals, might as well robbed a bank."I said sarcastically. He looked up as if considering. "Oh my god" I rolled my eyes and walked to the drivers seat.

"What about Sammy and Briley?" He asked.

"I'll take care of them when we get to the hotel".