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“Sit the fuck down, boy. All of your pacing is making me feel queasy.”
“Sorry, Chuck, I’m just anxious as fuck to see her. I can’t believe they found her, you know?
“I’m happy for you, dude. Honestly, I am but seriously now, sit down!” he bellows.
“I’m getting a snack and drink. You want something?
“Nah, boy, I’m good”
I walk over to the vending machine in the lounge area of the motel. The décor is dated and the whole place has probably seen better days. I dig in my pocket pulling out a few coins. I quickly get a Coke before heading to the machine next to it. I deposit a few coins and enter my selection, waiting for the damn chocolate bar to fall out. It teeters on the ledge, fueling my annoyance. I slam my fist against the damn machine, trying to get the contraption to release its hold.
“Damn it,” I growl with frustration.
“Cole!” I hear Chuck shout over.
“Fucking thing’s jammed. Fuck! All I wanted was some sugar.”
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I freeze on the spot. I whip my head to the side to check who it is.
I release a breath when I notice it’s just Chuck.
“Hey, let me sort that.” He stands in front of the machine. For an older guy, he’s totally ripped. He barges against the contraption holding my candy hostage with this shoulder. The thud of candy falling brings a smile to my face. Chuck laughs and bends down, picking up the chocolate bar, before handing it to me.
“That’s how we do it, boy,” he laughs out.
The unexpected flood of headlights breaks through the windows. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my sight.
“They’re here,” I squawk. My voice trembles with excitement as well as fear. I have no idea what to expect. I hope that Ken is holding it together and the sick bastards didn’t hurt her or the baby. There is nothing scarier than the unknown, and right now, everything is unknown.
I race out of the door like lightning, the drumming of my beating heart against my chest is deafening as I race to get to her.
I run over to the motorcycles parked in the lot. My eyes search for the girl that holds part of my heart, my soul.
I lock on to her as she dismounts.
My running becomes small steps. She slowly removes her helmet. Her long hair flows freely as it cascades over her shoulders.
I close the space between us until we are nearly touching. Holding out my shaking hand, I take her face in my palm. She leans into me as I run my thumb over her dry lips, noticing a deep cut below her lip.
She winces as I get to close to it.
“Did he do this?” I ask with a deep sense of anger. My voice is pained as the rage rises within me.
She closes her eyes before I pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her frail body as tightly as I can without actually hurting her. I lift her off the ground until we are face to face. Our noses touch together lightly and our eyes meet. My heart races as I gently lean in to kiss her. All thoughts of losing her are swept aside as I stand here, holding her.
Although barely touching, the spark between us is undeniable.
I breathe heavily through the discomfort of my bruised ribs. Ken pulls her head back, studying my face.
“Are you hurt, Cole? Did something happen to you?”
“It’s nothing,” I huff out. Now wasn’t the time to talk about me, or the accident. Now was the time to make sure everything was okay with Kennedy.
“Oh, Cole, thank you so much for coming to find me.”
“How did you get out? Did they hurt you, baby? Please tell me they didn’t hurt you!”
“It wasn’t like before, Cole. I was kept in isolation the whole time. I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t pleasant, but the hardest part was the pain of being separated from you. It cut through me. Being torn away from you, not having you there, not being able to touch you or speak to you – that was the hardest part. You’re my good when times are bad, and all I could do was hold on to the thoughts of you, of us.”
I pull
“Sit the fuck down, boy. All of your pacing is making me feel queasy.”
“Sorry, Chuck, I’m just anxious as fuck to see her. I can’t believe they found her, you know?
“I’m happy for you, dude. Honestly, I am but seriously now, sit down!” he bellows.
“I’m getting a snack and drink. You want something?
“Nah, boy, I’m good”
I walk over to the vending machine in the lounge area of the motel. The décor is dated and the whole place has probably seen better days. I dig in my pocket pulling out a few coins. I quickly get a Coke before heading to the machine next to it. I deposit a few coins and enter my selection, waiting for the damn chocolate bar to fall out. It teeters on the ledge, fueling my annoyance. I slam my fist against the damn machine, trying to get the contraption to release its hold.
“Damn it,” I growl with frustration.
“Cole!” I hear Chuck shout over.
“Fucking thing’s jammed. Fuck! All I wanted was some sugar.”
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I freeze on the spot. I whip my head to the side to check who it is.
I release a breath when I notice it’s just Chuck.
“Hey, let me sort that.” He stands in front of the machine. For an older guy, he’s totally ripped. He barges against the contraption holding my candy hostage with this shoulder. The thud of candy falling brings a smile to my face. Chuck laughs and bends down, picking up the chocolate bar, before handing it to me.
“That’s how we do it, boy,” he laughs out.
The unexpected flood of headlights breaks through the windows. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my sight.
“They’re here,” I squawk. My voice trembles with excitement as well as fear. I have no idea what to expect. I hope that Ken is holding it together and the sick bastards didn’t hurt her or the baby. There is nothing scarier than the unknown, and right now, everything is unknown.
I race out of the door like lightning, the drumming of my beating heart against my chest is deafening as I race to get to her.
I run over to the motorcycles parked in the lot. My eyes search for the girl that holds part of my heart, my soul.
I lock on to her as she dismounts.
My running becomes small steps. She slowly removes her helmet. Her long hair flows freely as it cascades over her shoulders.
I close the space between us until we are nearly touching. Holding out my shaking hand, I take her face in my palm. She leans into me as I run my thumb over her dry lips, noticing a deep cut below her lip.
She winces as I get to close to it.
“Did he do this?” I ask with a deep sense of anger. My voice is pained as the rage rises within me.
She closes her eyes before I pull her in close, wrapping my arms around her frail body as tightly as I can without actually hurting her. I lift her off the ground until we are face to face. Our noses touch together lightly and our eyes meet. My heart races as I gently lean in to kiss her. All thoughts of losing her are swept aside as I stand here, holding her.
Although barely touching, the spark between us is undeniable.
I breathe heavily through the discomfort of my bruised ribs. Ken pulls her head back, studying my face.
“Are you hurt, Cole? Did something happen to you?”
“It’s nothing,” I huff out. Now wasn’t the time to talk about me, or the accident. Now was the time to make sure everything was okay with Kennedy.
“Oh, Cole, thank you so much for coming to find me.”
“How did you get out? Did they hurt you, baby? Please tell me they didn’t hurt you!”
“It wasn’t like before, Cole. I was kept in isolation the whole time. I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t pleasant, but the hardest part was the pain of being separated from you. It cut through me. Being torn away from you, not having you there, not being able to touch you or speak to you – that was the hardest part. You’re my good when times are bad, and all I could do was hold on to the thoughts of you, of us.”
I pull
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