I might not put any more on. Not sure, to be honest. I finally folded under Chern's constant pelting about it. (Sorry Chernobyl, bit of an exaggeration. ^_^; )
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Faded blue curtains fluttered weakly in the smoggy breeze, slightly deluding the smell of old cigarettes and pretended cleanliness. A tiny motel room, dark with the lack of one, long-broken lamp, basking in its own filth, listened with little interest to the conversation it held within its walls.
“Try whatever you’d like, Aaron. I’m not afraid, nor will I be. You think you’re so powerful, yet you lead yourself into the weakest of situations,” she scoffed.
A ragged-looking woman sat listlessly in one of the dingy chairs, knees hugged to her chest. Her dark grey eyes betrayed nothing – they were empty.
“Easy for you to say, isn’t it? You haven’t given me a chance to test that - yet,” Sneered the man on the filthy bed, his bleached blonde hair spotless; not a strand out of place.
“You already tried that. What do chances hold? Broken promises,” She muttered, running her tongue over dry, cracked lips.
He sighed, obviously frustrated. Could anything truly frighten her?
“Well – I can’t just let you go, can I? You’d run straight to the police,” He growled, standing up abruptly.
The woman let her feet slide from the chair onto a floor that had not originally been such a dead black color, looking into his blue eyes.
“You really are the most ridiculous of stereotypes. If I wanted to go to the police, I would have already.”
An idea came to his mind, and he sat up, eyes alight.
“But Carly – what would you tell them? ‘My boyfriend and I checked into a motel.’ Really terrifying.”
He smiled at her, seemingly sure that there was nothing she could hold against him.
“Seriously? You ever considered yourself my boyfriend? I guess that makes these bruises and this emaciation completely legal.”
For a second, the worry seemed to be coming back—
“How can you prove it was me? Besides, if you ever actually escaped, I would be long gone by the time you got back here with the police,” He said, scorn for the authorities all too clear in his voice.
Does he think I’m that stupid?
“Other than that, I’ve done nothing to be apprehended for. Hardly touched you, really.”
Her face seemed to brighten – just slightly, as if the idea of fighting injustice was giving her renewed strength.
“Only because I threatened you with a razor if any of my clothes came off. Aaron, Aaron, don’t you get it? I’m not a little girl that you can throw around, nor a woman—“
“God, I get the point! So you could – technically – get me arrested for slight abuse. But you wouldn’t come downstairs for meals, so there wasn’t anything I could do about the ‘emaciation’,” he said, hateful eyes boring into her.
She was minimally effected by the amount of anger almost audibly pulsing towards her. Spoken or unspoken, threats seemed so useless; so unnecessary.
“It’s kind of sad, what happened to you. I can almost see Mr. Aaron Calenhart now, sitting at home with his family, laughing and talking and – caring. Really, dude, you could’ve been so awesome! You were smart, and funny, almost a gentleman. Now that’s all twisted up, charred by false hopes, by rejection.” The woman looked straight at him, true sadness in her voice. “All you had to do was apologize.”
The man snorted, but you could see the moisture building in his eyes – there was almost something pitiable about him.
But only for a moment.
Striding over to the dingy chair, he pulled Carly up by a handful of black hair, kissing her lips roughly.
“Let’s blame pride,” he whispered, dragging her to the bed. The rusty springs protested as he threw her onto the stained pink coverlet.
Standing up seemed futile; he shoved her back down every time. It didn’t seem to perturb Carly.
“As I was going to say, before you so rudely sidetracked me, I have had an idea. Would a romantic moment seem more appealing somewhere less,” he paused, staring around the room with vague amusement. "Old?"
"Something of an accurate description," She muttered. If she thought his words were in any way funny, no such emotion betrayed itself on her calm face.
"Thank you. But that was posed as a question, miz Damens."
"Hmm... In that case, yes. I rather fancy a trip to someplace prettier, anyways. You have any money?"
He shook his head, eyeing her with an intensity Carly didn't appreciate. Before she could say anything, he had pulled her up, their lips brushing for the slightest moment before she pulled away. The man didn't try to stop her, merely rolled his eyes, sighing with exaggerated impatience.
"Well, I have some credit cards we can use. Just be sure to erase your fingerprints and throw them away somewhere inconspicuous after this escapade," She supplied, leading the way to their 'front door'.
As they left the small, dark room behind, Aaron frowned, confused.
"Won't you do the same?"
Her eyes darkened, half-forgotten memories twisting her face into a bitter smile.
"Let's just say our constables don't know much about me."
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