Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ The Start ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 9- The Beginning
 
Fuck.
 
I'm sitting on the couch in Miles' living room, and as I run my hand through my sweaty hair, all I can think is fuck.
 
I don't know where Tom lives, his phone number, his e-mail, or anything, and I have absolutely no way of finding out. All I can remember is what his house looks like, and vaguely the directions from there to the high school. Had I known I'd end up in this situation, I would have memorized the street name at least.
 
On top of that, I'm freaking out about what Tom may have done, what he's wanted for. As the possibilities increase, so does the amount of sweat that's dripping down my body. I'd like nothing more than to cool off, but at the moment it's not really an option. I'm hoping it's something minor, like parking tickets or that he didn't pay his taxes, but the cop said that he was here on a special assignment. They don't send special people in to bust someone who hasn't paid parking tickets. I'm leaning towards the idea that Tom is mad, insane, and they called in someone who knew how to deal with his type, or someone he already had some sort of trust with.
 
Then, I have to think, I know Tom, he's not insane, I can tell that by just talking to him and spending time with him.
 
He's too good a kisser to be insane, really, I don't think he's insane, I refuse to believe it, there are plenty of other possibilities.
 
I lick my lips and try to calm myself, it's probably something small, something stupid that only cops care about. I shouldn't worry, I'm sure someday soon the whole mess will be over and I can laugh about it.
“Here,” Miles handed me a glass of water. I drank it down immediately in one gulp.
 
“You're really stressed,” Miles sighed. No shit, Sherlock. “I wish you'd tell me why the hell you're freaking out so much, it can't be that bad,” He sounded worried, worried and annoyed. I hadn't told him anything about it yet, I was still deciding whether I should or not. I mean, I got to the part about getting kicked out of the house, but that wasn't even important.
 
“I don't even know Miles,” I shook my head. “I don't want to say anything until I'm sure, I just… I need to find a way to contact him…” I had indeed tried using the Internet to find his address, but no avail. I figured the house must have been registered under someone else's name, which was another thing that worried me. Why would he register the house under someone else's name unless he didn't want to be found? He wasn't in any phone books, and I couldn't find him on any public websites, I even checked Myspace, but it was as if Tom Curtis didn't exist. Whatever he did to make sure he wasn't going to be found quickly, he did well, the police have better resources than me, yes, but he managed to hide from them too. God what I wouldn't do for some beer right now, or vodka, whisky even…
 
An image popped into my head and my neck snapped up.
 
“Whisk,” I said to myself. Miles gave me a confused look but I ignored it, running into the kitchen where I knew Miles' mom was cooking.
 
“Mr. Harrison,” I said, a little to excitedly. “Do you know of a Whisk Street around here, or how to get there?” I asked, trying to calm myself down a bit more.
 
“Of course, dear, that's where Miles' Aunt Zoe lives,” She smiled at me.
 
“I need a ride there, it's really important,” I clenched my fists, looking up at her desperately.
 
“Well why the hurry, dear, what do you expect to find there?” She asked, turning back to the stove and turning down the flame.
 
“Someone I know lives there, I think, and I really need to talk to him soon, before tomorrow, ASAP,”
 
“Well,” She wiped her hands on a towel and sighed, I think she was giving into my panic. I gave her one last look of desperation, and that got her. “All right, Miles!” She called. Miles came slowly into the kitchen immediately with a curious look on his face, one that was directed at me. He must've been listening. “Do me a favor and watch the noodles, I need to take Fox to see a friend of his,” She removed the apron she was wearing and hung it on a hook next to the refrigerator.
 
“Sure, Mom,” Miles didn't look happy with me. I could imagine why, in all the time I'd known him I'd never, ever kept anything from him like I was this. The longer I watched him with that betrayed expression, the more I realized that all the other secrets I'd ever had, everything I thought was so important, was nothing.
 
I gave him one last glance but said nothing as I followed Mrs. Harrison out the front door. I wish I'd known that it would be years before the next time I saw my best friend.
 
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Once Mrs. Harrison turned onto Whisk, finding Tom's house wasn't hard. He lived on a street on which most houses looked the same, except different colors or different yard structures, but compared to the rest his was different. The others were more wide than tall and a pastel color, his stood straight up and was a bright blue color. Not to mention I recognized the Nissan in the driveway.
 
“Should I come in or just wait for you?” Mrs. Harrison gave me her caring motherly smile. I paused a moment and just looked at her, for some reason it was then that it really hit me how she'd been more of a parent to me than anyone else in the world.
 
“No,” I shook my head. “No, just drop me off, I can get a ride home,” I nodded. I really didn't know whether that was true or not, but I definitely didn't want her coming in, and I didn't want her to have to wait either.
 
“Okay sweetheart, you have fun,” She waved. I climbed out of the car, holding the door by the rim I paused and looked in at her.
 
“Mrs. Harrison…” I began. She gave me a look of askance. “...Thanks,” With that, I shut the car door and turned around, jogging up to the front door of Tom's house. He may have been good at covering his tracks, but he'd made one mistake that could have been fateful depending on my decision, and that was showing me where he lived.
 
“Who the hell are you?” The door opened almost as soon as I knocked. Standing in front of me was not Tom, but a tall blond man, with spiked hair and a shirt that really complimented his shape. Beside him was a large dog, a pit bull I believe, wagging its tail and barking, drooling everywhere, I think it wanted to eat me. Luckily the blond guy was holding its collar so it couldn't do so.
 
“I'm looking for M-Mr. Curtis?” I said, trying to look past him into the house. His eyes lit up immediately and a smile spread across his face, one that was almost creepy.
 
“You're the adorable piece of sex I've heard so much about,” He grinned. Wow, I was just called a piece of sex, why do I feel complimented?
 
“Brady! Who the hell is at the door?” I heard a familiar voice call. “I really need that ice pack right now,” Tom was definitely in some sort of pain, I could hear it in his voice, I'm not sure I want to know why.
 
“Mm, Tom can't come to the door, can't walk, my fault. Come on in,” He had this look on his face, I think I just found out why Tom was in pain. He let the dog go once the door was shut, and I was attacked with a happy slobbery nose. All it did was sniff me all over, it's nose traveling rapidly over my pants, leaving a trail of wetness everywhere it went. I drew the line and pushed the dog away when it stuck its nose in my crotch. It gave me this hurt look before sitting on its ass and lowering its head, I was simply relieved that it seemed to have no desire to eat me.
 
“Tommy, you didn't tell me he was this cute,” The blond guy practically skipped into the living room, I followed slowly.
 
“Who?” I heard this just as I walked into the room, Tom's eyes met mine and his mouth fell open almost simultaneously.
 
“How the fuck did you get here?” He asked. Pff, nice to see you too asshole.
 
“I've been here before,” I said obviously. “I have to talk to you,” he didn't look like he was ready to talk. He had no shirt on, he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his hair was all messed up.
 
“I'm a little busy right now,” He cringed when he shifted positions, it made me wonder just what the other guy had done to him. “By the way, Fox, this is Brady, Brady, this is Fox,” He said. I nodded at Brady for acknowledgement and he nodded back, giving me this sly mischievous look.
 
“Tom, this is important all right?” I took a step forward. He still didn't seem interested at all. “At least I think it is if you don't want to get arrested tomorrow,” I mumbled. I think it was the word `arrested' that got his attention.
 
“Why would that happen?” He narrowed his eyes at me. I could tell he knew something I didn't, but I could say the same thing about myself.
 
“I got a ride from a cop today, they said they were looking for you, they know where you work, they're planning on making an arrest attempt tomorrow,” I said.
 
“Shit,” His eyes widened. “Shit shit,” He said under his breath, he just stayed seated there though, staring at the floor in thought.
 
“Shit indeed,” Brady cut in. “Did they say anything about a house? An address? Do they know where he lives?” He asked.
 
“No, but if they haven't already I'm sure the school staff has confirmed him working there by now,” I nodded.
 
“Did you put your address on the application?” Brady's attention turned to Tom. “Did you tell them where you live?” He asked.
 
“No, no, I have an apartment downtown where I have things sent to me under my name and such, no one knows I'm here, they couldn't. Unless they know I'm acquainted with Mag,” He said. “I can't go back to school though,” His eyes never left the floor.
 
“Sooner or later they're gonna find you Tommy, you have to get your shit and get out of here now!” Brady grabbed the telephone and started dialing numbers.
 
“Who are you calling!” Tom shot up from his seat.
 
“Just Mag, sit down before you hurt yourself,” Brady ordered.
 
“You can't call Mag,” Tom stomped over and pressed the receiver. “She's suspected of hacking, they probably got her line bugged or some shit to make sure she's being a good girl,” He said. Brady seemed to agree with this now and he hung up the phone.
 
“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?” I chimed in. “Who the hell is Mag, and what are you so worried about anyway? I came here to find out why the hell you're wanted,” Both of them turned and looked at me, Brady just stood there idly.
 
“Look kid,” Tom walked over to me, looking me straight in the eye. “I appreciate the warning, but you gotta go now, this stuff isn't for you to know. In fact, if I told you I'd have to kill you. I already should kill you because you know where I live and I can't exactly trust you with that now that you know what you know. So if you don't get your ass out of this house right now I'll do just that,” He jerked a thumb toward the door and then went back over to Brady in a flash. I just stood there staring, I couldn't believe he'd just threatened to kill me. People had done that before, but it felt a lot different coming from someone like him.
 
“I'm sure you can find somewhere to stay until we get things figured out, Tommy, it's what friends are for and it's a good thing you have a lot of those,” Brady said.
 
“The problem with that is that the cops know who I'm associated with, they know who to question and where to look. We're lucky they haven't found you yet,” Tom ran a hand through his hair. I know they told me to leave, but I couldn't help but just stand there watching.
 
“We'll figure something out,” Brady shrugged. “If worst comes to worst we could always just drive like hell and try to get far away, hope we have enough cash so they can't track our cards,” He put a hand on Tom's shoulder for comfort.
 
“Get the safe, would you?” Tom pointed to a picture that hung on the wall. “And then throw that fucking kid out of my house,” He jerked a thumb in my direction and I stepped back. Tom was ignoring me now, digging through a drawer in the stand next to the couch, Brady gave me a sympathetic look and shrugged. I decided it was time to leave, nodding to myself I backed out of the room, slowly walking toward the door.
 
It wasn't until I was out on the porch that I realized I had no means of getting home, aside from walking that is. I could probably find my way by now, but it's fucking cold out, and a damn long walk from his house even to Miles'. Not to mention it's dark out now. I sighed and simply sat down on one of the chairs that sat on the porch, resting my head on my hands. I think I've made a mistake, maybe I should have turned him in, I wish I had a phone.
 
“Aright, just grab everything you'll need for the next few weeks, we can come back for the rest later when it's safer,” Brady came out the front door a few minutes later and hopped down the porch steps wearing nothing but a t-shirt. And pants of course, I mean, he wasn't wearing a coat is all.
 
He stopped halfway down the walk when he noticed I was there. I sat up straight and looked at him with an expression I knew was pitiful, clenching my fists nervously.
 
“Why you still here?” He asked casually, tilting his head and planting his hands on his hips. He looked like such a fag when he did that.
 
“I live far away,” I mumbled, staring down at my lap.
 
“Ah well,” Brady approached me, skipping steps as he came back up onto the porch. “I'll convince Mr. Grumps in there to give you a ride home, don't worry about it. Just stay out here until he's done throwing his temper tantrums,” He smiled and ruffled my hair. Mr. Grumps, what the fuck?
 
“Aren't you cold like that?” I asked, hugging myself. Hell, I was shivering and cold see my breath with a thick hoodie on.
 
“Hm? Not really, I've never been very sensitive to the cold, hate when it gets really hot though,” He shrugged. The shirt he was wearing clung to him nicely, emphasizing every curve and bend on his chest and upper arms. He was good-looking, too muscular for my taste, but I wondered if he was Tom's boyfriend.
 
“So are you and Tom, like… together?” I decided to ask.
 
“What?” He laughed. “Hell no, he's all yours for the taking, assuming you want him,” He leaned against the house. “He likes you ya'know.”
 
I chose not to question how much he seemed to know about Tom and I, perhaps Tom had been aware of more than I thought he was.
 
“Could've fooled me,” I mumbled. I heard him chuckle.
 
“Well, I'm supposed to be starting the car out here, so see-ya later,” He pushed off the house and ducked his head down so that it was level with mine. My eyes widened as he inclined forward, oh god, he's going to kiss…
 
“Brady, what the fuck are you doing?” Thank god for Tom's interruptions. Although, by the way he'd tilted his head further to the side, I think Brady's intention was only to kiss my cheek, but that's not normal either, nor desirable. Unfortunately, after acknowledging Tom's presence, he pecked me on the cheek anyway and then winked.
 
He and Tom have the same wink, so I noted.
 
“Why, I'm starting the car, Dear Thomas,” He gave Tom a goofy grin and then hopped off the porch and down to the car, I noticed a little bounce in his step. Funny how he obviously didn't see this whole thing as as big of a deal as Tom did.
 
“What's wrong,” Tom turned to me. “Why are you sitting there?” I had to stare at him blankly for a moment, random overly muscular guy kissed me on the cheek, I'm not all there yet, and not in a good way.
 
“I can't walk home,” I said. “I mean, my house is far away,” I gulped, hoping he'd understand my position and not kill me.
 
“How the hell did you get here then?” He scowled.
 
“Miles' mom brought me, but she left. Sorry if I didn't know I'd be kicked out right away,” I grumbled. I wasn't looking at him, but I could just hear him roll his eyes, maybe it was because he sighed in an I-just-rolled-my-eyes kind of way.
 
“Whatever then, make yourself useful, come in and help me do shit,” He motioned for me to follow him before heading back inside. I got up nodding, helping him do whatever shit he wanted me to do was a lot better than sitting out in the cold. I shut the door behind me once inside, figuring Brady would have no trouble opening it when he came back in.
 
Tom patted that ugly dog on the way up the stairs. It's tail thumped happily against the floor until I passed by, glaring at it, it seemed to glare back and then marched off into the kitchen looking offended. I don't like dogs.
 
“That isn't your dog is it?” I asked as I followed Tom up the stairs. “It wasn't here last time,”
 
“No, she's Brady's. He loves that drooling son of a bitch like his own daughter. Her name's FK,” Tom replied. “There's a suitcase in the closet at the end of the hall, really big one, would you get it for me?” He asked, pointing a door that was indeed at the very end of the hall.
 
“FK?” I asked, nodding in response to his request.
 
“Fluffy-Killer,” I think I saw a flicker of humor in his eyes, and the edges of his lips threatened to curl into a smile. That was somewhat of a good sign in general. I turned and headed down the hallway to get the suitcase. Really, I'm not sure why I'm helping, thinking it over, I'm still not sure who the hell these people are. But both of them left a better first impression than that moron in the squad car, so I found my choice somewhat logical in that sense.
 
Coming back into the room with the suitcase in one hand I saw two neatly folded stacks of clothes on the bed. I swear the bottom half of the first stack was entirely pink.
 
“Just put it on the other side of the bed there,” He pointed. I obeyed and then sat down on the bed with a small sigh.
 
“Hey Fox?” He said. I looked back in acknowledgement as well as askance. “Mind if I ask why you helped me? Sure as hell won't benefit you at all,” He asked.
 
“Dunno, really,” I shrugged. “Like to think you would have done the same in my position. Besides, I didn't know what you did, or anything about it, and I still don't,”
 
“Hmm,” He began. “I stole a few things, killed a few people. Had help of course but generally it's my name everyone in the PD knows so it's me they come after,” He shrugged. “I guess that's my own fault for being less inconspicuous than I should be though, last time I got caught and escaped the entire west coast law enforcement agency knew my name and face,”
 
“So you're seriously a big time dangerous criminal?” I couldn't help but smile a little with the possibility I've met someone who's somewhat famous.
 
“Only dangerous to anyone who's dangerous to me,” He shrugged. “In other words, stab me in the back and I'll fucking kill you,” I don't think those words were really directed at me for the most part, at least, I hope not.
 
“That's weird,” I said. “Somehow I was expecting you to be like, wrongly accused or misunderstood or some shit,” I half-smiled.
 
“I wish…” Tom was cut off by the sound of three gunshots outside, one after the other. I don't think I'd ever heard an actual gunshot in real life until that day.
 
“What the hell,” Tom whispered. Both of us paused, looking at one another with the same expression, and that was fear. As if we both got the same idea at the same instant, he and I jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the room. FK was barking at the door, crying and squealing too. I arrived just in time to see a black SUV turn it's headlights on and drive off, I was certain it had stopped in front of the house.
 
Tom's silver Nissan was pulled over to the side of the road, engine running in an average manner, headlights on, it seemed like Brady had gotten everything ready to go.
 
“Shit,” Tom took off, running past me and toward the car. He went around it to the driver's side door, I watched him from the porch, slowly walking towards the car myself. Something wasn't right.
 
I came around to the other side of the car as well, and as soon as I saw the three bullet holes in the driver's side window, it became obvious as to what had happened.
 
“Oh no,” Tom grabbed the handle and jerked the car door open. “Fuck, Brady,” He leaned halfway into the car. Coming a little closer, I think my heart stopped for a moment. Brady was in the front seat, seatbelt buckled, head against the back of the seat, and he wasn't moving at all. There was a spot that looked frighteningly like a bullet hole in the side of his head, just above his temple.
 
“He's dead,” Tom confirmed, looking not completely unfazed but surprisingly not worried. “I have to get the hell out of here now, go up to my room and get that suitcase,” He ordered.
 
“Cops?” I asked, eyes still wide in shock.
 
“No, cops don't just shoot people down in their cars like that. But if anyone else heard those shots I'm sure they'll be here any minute, now go get the damn suitcase!” I nodded, backing away quickly before turning and rushing back into the house.
 
By the time I got back down the stairs I could here sirens, Tom had FK by the collar and was pulling her out to the car, he was carrying a grocery bag in the other hand, what was in it I didn't know. Brady had been learned against the mailbox, and he just sat there dead, the longer I looked at him the more I couldn't believe what I was experiencing. He'd just fucking kissed my cheek for Christ's sake, and then happily skipped to the car, and now he's dead, just like that.
 
“Fox, get over here now!” Tom yelled. I nodded and dragged the suitcase to him, he through it in the trunk followed by the grocery bad, and then slammed the trunk shut. “Get in the car,” He ordered. I nodded and rushed to get in the passenger seat, I could hear the sirens getting louder, and at that time all I could really think about was getting away from them. I could hear FK crying in the back seat, dog crying of course, she obviously knew what had happened to Brady.
 
Tom slid in the driver's seat not long after, starting up the car and stepping on the gas before his door was even shut. Just as he pulled his shut and we turned a corner, I glanced up into the rear-view mirror to see two squad cars pull up in front of Tom's house.
 
 
 
In Reply to nutty_you are's review-
 
Fox never really has a very dramatic reaction, unless of course people are having sex right in front of him. He doesn't really give a shit about Mel when it comes right down to it xP… I tried to give that impression. He just feels he should do something when someone's sitting in front of him crying. Fox is an ass. X33
 
Mel is one of my favorite characters too, and he's not out of the picture at all! As you'll see in chapter 11 he's still around even in the future half of the story. :3 He's… changed a bit though, probably won't prove to be the lovable little ball of shyness he was in the past xD. He plays a very big part in the story.
 
-Likes to baby her characters.-
 
Glad you like Tom too :3. He's my favorite :D.
 
Mmm, Matt is a character all his own, he plays a big part as well :].