Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//
We lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned. I wore his shirt and he wore nothing, always so comfortable with nothing against his skin but me. I chewed the inside of my lip.
“I can still hear him sometimes. It’s getting harder now, it’s less and less. I hear him in my dreams. I try to reply, say something back, but nothing comes out of my mouth, even if I scream. Just silence. Then I wake up in a cold sweat.”
“I have dreams like that.”
My eyes felt heavy with sadness, sadness and tiredness. “Yeah?”
I could hear Cook inhale and exhale with a shudder. “He tells me we got to back. To Bristol. Got to face the music. Face the truth.”
I shook my head violently. “We can’t. We just can’t.”
He sat up slowly and leaned over me. I could feel his breath on my neck. His soft blue eyes were pensive, distant. Yet they bore right into me.
“Eff, we can’t stay here forever. They’ll find us eventually.”
He gently placed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I felt the panic rise in my throat and come out of my mouth, all cracked and ragged. “We can keep moving. They’ll never find us if we keep going. We can go somewhere, anywhere.”
He looked so tired and drained that I instantly felt childish.
“Tony can…help us.”
He sighed in defeat and exhaustion.
“He can, Cook! He can think of something. There’s got to be something.”
“Eff…” His lips parted and snapped shut. He rolled over onto his side and faced the other wall.
I rolled over alongside him and wrapped my arm around his warm skin, whispering gently: “It’ll be okay. I can feel it. I know somehow it’ll be okay."
He didn’t say anything, so we just laid like that for awhile, with nothing but the sound of the fan humming and purring. I ran my hand down his arm, stroking it gently, noticing every little freckle and bump. Things I’d never paid attention to before. I began to kiss his neck, moving my hands up to his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin. He didn’t turn, just reached his hand out and held mine.
I heard a thump in another room, some muffled speaking. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt so restless. So horny. The speaking got louder, more urgent. I thought I could hear Tony, maybe someone else. Cook lifted his head. I kept my arms around him and pulled him closer to me.
“Come here,” I whispered, in that soft voice he loved. I pushed him down onto his back and climbed on top of him. His focus shifted, I took off my t-shirt and threw it across the room, leaning into him and putting my mouth to his. Always willing, always eager, he ran his hands down my back and pulled me into him. I put my mouth to his cheek, our breathing getting faster and harder. When his hands began to rub my shoulders, not seductively, but comforting, I began to cry. I tried to hold it back, hold it in, but his hands were so warm and smoothing I couldn’t.
*Part Ten coming soon I promise*