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The morning light filters through the foggy windows of the car, casting an ethereal glow around us. As I stir from our makeshift bed, I feel my stomach rumble with hunger, the cold bite of the morning air seeping through the thin blanket. Lila remains asleep, curled up, her face a picture of innocent vulnerability.
I climb back into the front, dress in damp clothes, and start the car. It’s time to move. The road should have been cleared overnight, and we must find the nearest town.
There will be an APB issued for the car by now. We must start afresh with new clothes, food, and, most importantly, a new vehicle. But it also risks people recognizing me.
An escapee, a murderer.
But it’s a risk I must take.
If they catch me, then I’m going to be serving two life sentences. Basically, I’m never coming out. This means I’ve got to do everything I can to escape and stay under the radar. Granted, beating up a gas store attendant wasn’t exactly turning over a new leaf.
My gaze drifts to Lila sleeping in the back, her peaceful slumber contrasting the storm brewing within me. I’ll have towake her once we get to a town with a general store, but for now, the sight of her calm amidst the chaos pulls at something within me. An addiction, a craving, a need that I cannot ignore.
It’s strange how this innocent, sleeping woman has gotten under my skin. I could’ve killed her right there on the side of the road when we first crossed paths. I’d considered it, my mind quickly calculating the ease of taking her car and disappearing into the night. Yet something held me back, a glimmer in her blue eyes, a spark of something I hadn’t encountered before. Something that intrigued and enticed me, making me hesitate for the first time in a long time.
I remember dismissing it as nothing more than a moment of weakness. Yet here she is, still alive, still with me. She’s become my lifeline in a world that’s gone mad. I don’t care about her, not really. I can’t afford to.
Emotions are a luxury for the free, not for fugitives like me. But something about Lila fastens me to her: a tether, a chain, a grip that I can’t shake off. It’s as if she’s reached into the darkest recesses of my mind, and instead of recoiling in horror, she’s decided to set up camp.
The road is clear, thankfully, and I drive a few more miles until the town sign for Fair Grove comes into view. I slow down a little, noticing it’s a town where we can get everything we need.
I clear my throat loudly. “Wake up, starlight,” I say.
She startles and sits up straight, brow furrowing when she sees we’re no longer in the woods. “Where are we?”
“Fair Grove. We’ll get clothes and food, and I’ll find a new ride.”
Her eyes widen. “What? You can’t leave my car here.”
I smirk. “I can and I will. Your parents will have alerted the police about your disappearance by now, meaning that the police will have an APB on your car. I need something new.”
She rolls her eyes. “Surely that won’t work as whoever you steal a car from will report it stolen.”
I smirk as she underestimates my talent for burglary. “I know what I’m doing, starlight. I pick my targets well.”
Her brow furrows. “How can you pick someone who won’t notice their missing car?”
I steer Lila’s car into the parking lot of a run-down-looking store. The vehicle’s hum is the only sound breaking the eerie silence of the early morning. Noticing an old rust bucket of a truck parked far at the back, I smirk at Lila. “You see that truck over there? The owner probably hasn’t touched it for months. That’s our ride out of here.” Her worried gaze makes me chuckle. “Relax, starlight. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you know.” I park the car and throw her dress back to her. “Put this on.”
She tries and fails to keep the blanket around her as she dresses.
“Now get out,” I demand.
With a deep breath, I step out into the brisk morning air. “Let’s go and get supplies and make it quick.” She’s about to move toward the building when I snatch her wrist and yank her to face me. “No funny business, and here’s the cash for the clothes you want.” I place the cash in her hands and release her wrist.
Her eyes narrow. “Where did you even get the cash if you were incarcerated?”
I chuckle. “Why does it matter, starlight?”
“Because I’m not using stolen cash for my clothes.” She sets her hands on her hips.
“If you don’t use the cash to buy yourself some clothes, I’ll just buy some for you. And you’ll have no choice but to wear whatever sexy as fuck outfits I pick.”
Her eyes narrow, and she stares at me briefly before sighing. “Fine.”
“Good girl,” I praise, enjoying how her cheeks turn pink. Flashbacks of her face twisted in pleasure while I rubbed my cock against her clit last night enter my mind, turning my dick solid. It was fucking heaven. And I know without a doubt I’ll fuck her sweet little cunt soon enough. First, I must focus on getting as far away from Illinois as possible.
