Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ Going With Him ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11- Shit Chapter

 

-Present Time-

 

The smell of this place is starting to rub off on me. Even when I'm out during recess I can still smell the disgusting inside of the damn place. I was fine for the first few weeks, but when you've been in here more than two months, it does things to you. I wouldn't say I've lost any sanity, but I've become even more apathetic, and even more short tempered than I was before.

 

I suppose Darryl and I could be considered something of friends now. I still find him to be an annoying moron that cries too much, and I think I still freak him out just by being there. But it's safe to say that we've put aside our differences and started to get along and happy shit like that.

 

It's Sunday, my free day and I'm bored as hell; but what else is new? Darryl won't be back for another two hours, and I've just about grown sick of writing and drawing in my notebook. It's still only a fourth of the way filled, but at this rate it'll probably completely filled in by my eighth month. The majority of the pages I've used as a journal, and while it's hard to draw with a pen, I did draw a few pictures, mostly of Tom, some of other random things, scenery. Yeah, I draw. I don't know where I picked up the habit, all those days hiding out with nothing to do and nothing on TV I guess. I'd only known one person who did a lot of drawing, maybe I got it from him.

 

“Murphy, you have a visitor,”

 

I turn my attention to the cell door to see the new guard standing outside it. Apparently the last one that had my level was too much of a pussy to handle anything, so we have a new one. His name is Hank, he's pretty cool but he follows the rules, doesn't cut any slack.

 

I'd forgotten that there are visiting hours here, I've never actually gotten any visitors so there's no point in paying attention to the hours. I sighed and got up from my bed, trudging over to the cell exit to be let out.

 

I'm glad I'm not seen as someone that dangerous, the high security visiting booths don't look all that comfortable. Hank guided me to the visiting booth on the far end of the hall, where, behind the glass sat someone I was not expecting to see ever again.

 

“Mel?” I stared for a long time. He looked different, not good different, like he'd been living out on the streets and hadn't taken a shower in weeks different.

 

“Fox,” His voice was strong still, and under the messy hair he was still looking at me that that grudging glare. “It took me a while to find out what prison you were in, Fritz wouldn't tell me,” He scowled. I hadn't sat down in the chair yet, I just stood there.

 

“I don't want to talk to you,” I turned away, and started walking back down the hall. Hank started to follow me…

 

“I could make it so you don't have a choice,” Mel called, I stopped and turned back to him. “I could always request transfer here and hang around you every minute I can, like your fuck buddy,” He raised an eyebrow at me. I glared and sat down in the chair, grudgingly, but I did. I really don't need two stalkers hanging around me.

 

“All right,” I shrugged. “What do you want then?” I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back coolly, the sooner the time's up the better.

 

“Hmm,” He drawled. “Missed you,” He stuck out his bottom lip and smirked at me, half pouting, half smiling.

 

“Yeah, right,” I rolled my eyes. If ever in my life did I have a rival, and I mean a real rival, it was this guy, right in front of me. Then again, maybe he really did miss me, he's a weird ass like that. He cut the crap when he saw that I wasn't amused.

 

“Talked to Matt the other day,” He began. “Says you're getting along famously with your cell mate,” His lips threatened to curl into a grin as he spun in the chair.

 

“Matt is an idiot,” I glared. I don't know what he was implying but Darryl and I hardly even tolerate each other. Funny, just a bit earlier I was looking at us as somewhat of friends.

 

“True,” He shrugged. “Something we can both agree on,” he did a full three hundred sixty degree turn in his chair. I vaguely wondered why I didn't get a cool spinny chair.

 

“So I take it you're just here to annoy me?” I sighed.

 

“Pretty much,” He nodded.

 

Yeah, right. I don't think he really hates me, I think he hated Tom, and because I hated him for hating Tom, he felt he had to hate me back. Truth be told I don't think he ever really got over me, and after all the shit he's put me through, that's what pisses me off the most.

 

“Well then,” I stood up. “No reason for me to hang around, is there,” I shrugged.

 

“Still not over him are you?” He cut in. I paused a moment, wanting to glare, wanting to insult him in some way. But instead I just stood there, mouth hanging open, not able to think of anything to say. And in this, my actions spoke for me.

 

“Figured,” He sighed. “See-ya,” With that, he got up, and he left. I watched him go until he was out of sight, hoping that I wouldn't ever `see' him. Not after what he did.

 

Matt caught me on the way back up to my cell and shooed Hank away. I glared at him and started walking away once Hank was out of sight, he was not someone I wanted to talk to at the moment.

 

“Fox!” He caught up with me. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the wall. “What did he say?” He demanded, squeezing my arms a little tighter than he needed to.

 

“Nothing!” I spat. “Let me go, god damn it,” And this time, I actually did spit, right in his face. He scowled at me and whipped it off, pinning me even harder against the wall, his bottom half against mine and inserted one thigh between my legs.

 

“Did he say anything about Tom?” He growled.

 

“The usual stuff,” I scoffed. “ Just bullshit,” I tried struggling to get away but he had a firm hold on me. “Can I go now?” I glared, attempting to jam my knee in his groin, but I couldn't move.

 

“Mnm,” He nodded his head back and forth. He had that predatory look in his eye, the one I hated, the one that always got me.

 

“Matt,” I used my most threatening voice, still trying to get away.

 

“M'sorry, Fox,” He sighed. “I'm really sorry,” And with that he left, I stayed against the wall. What the hell did he have to be sorry for? He hadn't raped me, not yet, anyway, and yet there was a distinct guilt in his voice when he said it.

I just huffed and decided I wasn't going to give a shit, nor forgive him for whatever the hell he was apologizing for.

 

-10 Years Earlier.-

 

Tom is such fucking a loser.

 

The making out in the back seat deal was getting pretty hot. His hands found their way under my coat up my shirt, and his legs wrapped around my waist, he rocked his hips against mine and massaged my back. He was in control even though he was on the bottom, he was taking the steps, and I was ready for him to do anything. I was just begging for him to rip my jacket and shirt off, letting out little whines and squeaks when his fingers dug into my back. My pants were feeling tight, and my long-time dormant cock was waking up…

 

And then he had to fall limp, stop everything, and complain that he was cold.

 

I'll say it again, Tom is such a fucking loser. Then again, he is the reason that I'm going to add making out to my list of favorite pastimes. Ignoring my half-erect penis I stuffed my face into his chest and let out an irritated sigh. I almost wish he were a little more of an easy whore, then he'd let me ravish him when I get horny. Fuck, bad thoughts, bad thoughts only make me hornier. When the hell did I pick up this whole `getting horny' business? That's just not me… but fuck… I'm horny.

 

“You smell bad,” He stated. I growled into his chest, not giving a shit if my terrible stench was stinging his sexy nostrils. “What time is it?” He asked calmly, folding his hands behind his head.

 

I turned over my wrist and looked at my watch, still lying on top of him.

 

“It's almost ten,” I groaned and rolled off of him, lying on my side with my back against the seat. His smile broadened and he stretched and yawned, his shirt road up the slightest bit and I got a glimpse of some nice, slightly tanned smooth skin.

 

“Mmm,” He sighed. “Early, sleep time,” His eyes fell shut again and he rolled over on his side.

 

“No, Tom, come on!” I scoffed. I can't sleep now, there's stuff going on in my pants that I simply cannot sleep through. That is, not without thinking of things like naked fat ladies in bikinis or Ricky Ramon sucking on icky female nipples. Ew. I am suddenly turned off. Still, I'm not tired enough to sleep. Tom suddenly rolled over and grabbed me, squeezing me against him like a teddy bear.

 

“Tom!” I growled. He mumbled something under his breath and buried his face in my neck. “Tom, we're supposed to go see Mag, remember? We can't just lie around here,” I poked his side. There was a pause and then he groaned loudly, pushing me away and jerking up into a sitting position. I sat up as well and scooted away from him, seems as though he's a bit grumpy in the morning.

 

“Brady's dead,” He grumbled, pulling out his cell phone. I looked down at my hands in my lap and sighed, I guess that's why he's grumpy. “What kind of an asshole would…” his voice trailed off and he started dialing in a phone number.

 

“Mag?” He asked, putting the phone to his ear “I'm coming over,” And that was that. He flipped the cell phone shut and then climbed into the front seat of the Altima. FK woke up immediately and looked over at him, ears perked up.

 

“In the back, girl,” He ordered. She obeyed, nearly jumping on top of me in doing so. I climbed into the front seat once it was free of her and tossed her blanket back with her. Using the rear view mirror I fixed my hair a bit and then pulled my seat belt on. Tom took his glasses out of the glove compartment, stuck them on his face, and turned the car on.

 

“Her place is on the way back to your neighborhood, so we'll go there first, then I'll get you back home,” He told me. “And I'm trusting you with her location and this information Fox, you'd better not screw me over. Even if you did say anything by this time they wouldn't be able to catch me and that's bad news for you, so you be a good boy and keep your mouth shut,” He warned. I don't think this statement required an answer so I just nodded, honestly, I wasn't going to rat on him or anything. With that he pulled his seat belt on and pulled out from behind the building. In a moment we were on the road again, I just hope no one recognizes the car.

 

“Mag isn't a people person,” Tom began once we were on the highway. “She doesn't like gay boys so much either, so unless you want to get nagged all over, let me do the talking,” He said. I just nodded again.

 

“So what's she do?” I asked out o the blue.

 

“She's a nun,” Tom shrugged. …A what? “A nun,” He nodded. “Her real name is Magenta but Brady and I call her Mag. Her dad's filthy rich and bought her a nice place but she lives at this church thing, that was her house I was staying at,” He shrugged. “She doesn't like helping us but she's a sucker for male charm,” He winked at me. “But of course, she's a nun, she can't have anyone but Mr. God, poor thing,” “Oh, and she does a lot of hacking.”

 

A nun called Mag that helps wanted homosexual criminals get away with shit and does computer hacking? And I thought I'd seen it all.

 

“She's not fooling anyone,” Tom grinned. “She's badass at heart but she wants to `live for the Lord', or whatever, I've tired dragging her out of there more than once,” He shrugged. I nodded slowly, still a little unsure about this. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't known until I got to the monastery.

 

It wasn't very big, the monastery I mean, it was one of those churches that people drive by every day and don't even realize it's there. It honestly looks more like a house that had a cross nailed into the roof in place of a chimney.

 

The entire inside was just one huge room. From the outside it looked like it was tall enough to have two floors, but instead the ceiling was just really high up. There was one door on the far end of the sanctuary, and it was labeled `lodging.' From what I could tell that was where Tom was headed, and I followed him.

 

I expected him to call into the room for her, or at least knock, but instead Tom just barged right into the room. The girl in a nightgown, sitting on one of the four beds with a laptop on her thighs went completely unfazed by this impolite entrance.

 

“Cops catch you?” She said idly, eyes not leaving her computer screen.

 

“No,” Tom rolled his eyes. “If they caught me I wouldn't be here right now, would I?” He implied. She just shrugged and shut the computer, setting it beside her on the bed.

 

“Well, don't worry, they'll get you soon enough,” She stood up and walked over to the mirror, picking up a brush and running it through her long black locks of hair. “So what is it you need from me this time?” She asked.

 

“Information,” Tom stated. “I need your amazingly amazing hacking skills… because they're so… amazing…”

 

“No way, Tom,” She cut him off. “I almost got caught last time I helped you with something like that, and you still owe me payment from last year when I helped you track down the profiler,” She clipped her bangs to the side and pulled one of the black robes from the closet beside her.

 

“I can pay…” Tom trailed off. I watched him tuck the money that was sticking partially out of his pocket further in and out of sight.

 

“Nice try, but I don't take that kind of payment,” She replied. Tom pouted.

 

“Mags…” He sighed. “Do you want me to get executed?” He asked.

 

“Yes,” Mag replied. I laughed a bit and Tom glared at me. “Who's this?” Mag finally acknowledged me, pointing a finger in my direction.

 

“Fox, my fully innocent High school student that will be arrested for helping me escape if we're caught,” Tom put a hand on my shoulder. I gaped at him, would I really be arrested for that? I mean, I could always just tell them he kidnapped me and get off clean, yeah, that's what I'll do.

 

Mag paused a moment and looked at me with what looked like pity. “All right,” She sighed. “But if this takes longer than five minutes you're on your own,” She sat down on the bed again and opened the laptop.

 

“Sucker for male charm,” Tom winked at me.

 

“What's that?” Mag looked up at him suspiciously.

 

“Nothing,” Tom nodded his head back and forth and sat down beside Mag on the bed, looking over her shoulder at the screen.

 

Apparently I wasn't allowed to see, because when I tried to take a peek at what they were doing, Tom shooed me away. So I just went around pretending to look at the pictures on the wall but secretly listening in. At first Mag just kept saying over and over again that she couldn't get in. Then, after a bit, I heard something about fifty-thousand dollars, a lot about Ryan Carlos, and something about illegal weaponry. It was quite an interesting thing to listen to, and by the time they'd finished, twenty minutes had gone by.

 

“You'd seriously better get your ass out of Illinios,” Mag warned, shutting the computer. “Carlos doesn't play fair, and if he knows where you are, he'll tell the cops if he can't get to you himself. He knows you know me too, so get going,” Mag warned.

 

“All right,” Tom ran a hand through his hair. “You be careful too, Mag, for your sake I don't think we should communicate anymore,” He shrugged. “I can find someone else to do my dirty work, and if you keep helping me you'll get caught eventually,” Tom didn't sound so sure, and I don't think I would have either, he's already lost one friend in the past two days.

 

“I know it,” She sighed. “So, bye then,” she shrugged.

 

“Bye,” Tom leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. I wrinkled my nose, kissing a nun's cheek, just the thought of it makes me shudder. She nodded and prodded us out of the room quickly, or maybe shoving would be a better word.

 

“Told you she wants me,” Tom said proudly. There was a loud bang from behind the door we'd just gone out, apparently she'd heard what he said. “All right,” Tom sighed. “Let's get you home then,” He pulled the car keys out of his pocket, tossed them in the air, and caught them again. This probably isn't the best time, but I really want to tell him how much I want to go with him. How much I don't want to go back home.

 

FK was in the driver's seat wagging her tail when we got back to the car. As soon as Tom opened the door she started licking him all over the face. He shoved her out of the front seat and into the back, cursing and spitting out the drool that got into his mouth.

 

“I never agreed to care for the slobbery mutt,” He mumbled, plopped down into the driver's seat, and stuck the key into the ignition.

 

“Where are you going to go?” I asked, getting in the passenger seat.

 

“No plans yet, I'll find a place though, don't worry about me. You just get home and forget about all this shit,” He nodded. I sighed and leaned my head on the window. I really don't want to forget, I know I probably should, I probably should just continue high school, graduate, go to college and get a good paying job, get married and have kids. (With a guy and adoption of course.)

 

But maybe I don't want to go back to school, maybe I don't want to go to college, maybe I don't want a boring job, maybe I want to marry Tom. No, I don't mean that last part, but ditching my parents to go with him sounds really good right now. They already kicked me out, and let's think, two of my friends no longer talk to me, I made a poor little weird loser kid cry, my best friend spends more time with his girlfriend… and the majority of the school wants to kick my ass because I'm a fag. What have I got to lose? I mean sure, my clean police record, my virginity most likely if Tom keeps being so fucking hot, and most of my things, a nice warm bed to sleep in every night. It's got to be worth it though, I won't have to sleep in the car every night, and I don't have very many possessions anyway, nothing I absolutely can't bring along or live without.

 

My parents hate me, I've become even more of a loser than Mellow Yellow… but I have options here. Go with Tom, suicide, stay miserable all my life, or… suicide. Option A sounds best, wouldn't you agree?

 

All right, I'm exaggerating a lot, but I'm a perfect candidate for this, maybe if he just trusted me more. Maybe if I just asked…

When I finally come back to reality I realize we're close to my house, I started giving him directions regretfully, but what am I supposed to do? Maybe he'll notice my sadness, ask what's wrong, and then I can tell him I want to go with him. But a moment later, he's stopped in front of my empty driveway. I sigh and stare at the house I've been kicked out of, at least my parents aren't home.

 

“Well,” I shrug. “I…” I was going to say I'd see him later, but that's not going to happen, not if I leave.

 

“I'm in a hurry, Fox,” He was sympathetic about it, but he was rushing me just the same. I was about to turn and go when he leaned over the seat and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was short and quick, he pulled away just as quick as he went in, and damn it, I wanted so much more for a good-bye kiss. But I wasn't about to ask for more… it was now or never, and I had a more important question in mind.

 

“I want to go with you,” I stuttered out. It came out before I even knew I was saying it, but I'd asked, and even with the blank stare he gave me in reply, it was too late to take it back.

 

“Get your stuff,” He said suddenly. Wait… what? That's it? No asking why? No arguing, no lecture on what's right and what I'd be better off doing? Just get your stuff Fox, get your stuff… that means yes! Doesn't it?

 

“Fox!” He snapped his fingers in my face. “Go get your stuff, and hurry your ass along with it too,” He ordered. I nodded quickly and shoved the passenger side door open. I glanced back at the car as I rushed up the porch and to the door, just to make sure he wasn't leaving without me. Once at the door, I lifted up the mat, picked up the door key, unlocked the door, and hurried in.

 

When I got to my room I looked out the window again, he was still there waiting for me, hands tapping on the steering wheel. He's really letting me come with him! I grin and run over to my dresser to get my clothes, yanking a suitcase out from under my bed. I grabbed my toothbrush, comb, and basically everything else that was close to them. My dresser drawers were empty and the top of it was cleaned off into the suitcase, now all I need is some of my dad's snack food for the road. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, dragging the suitcase behind me. When I got to the kitchen I flipped it open and started shoving things in it. I got cheetos, hohos, a few cans of pepsi, Doritos, and three boxes of oatmeal cream pies. Basically I took all of the snack foods that I was never allowed to eat in the past.

 

I dragged my suitcase out to the car that was thankfully still sitting there on the side of the road. I threw it in the back seat next to FK and then hopped in the front with a big grin on my face.

 

Tom looked at my and smiled in amusement. “You left the door open,” He pointed out. I looked back at the house to see that I had indeed left the front door open.

 

“I'm never coming back here,” I said certainly. “I don't give a shit if they get robbed blind,”

 

Tom shrugged, started up the car again, and drove away. I blew a kiss to the house that I hated, imagining what my parents would do when I never returned home. Probably throw a party.

 

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“You look excited,” Tom said once we turned onto the highway. Until that point the car ride had been completely silent, I guess we just didn't have very much to say.

 

“I am,” I said proudly. “Thanks for letting me come with you, by the way, to be honest, I didn't think you would,” I shrugged.

 

“Well, I didn't have much time to think,” He said. “I kind of wanted you to come along too, though, we social butterflies get depressed when we have no one to talk to but ugly dogs. I guess someday though, you'll wish that you'd graduated high school and finished college with a clean record and a good job, then you can blame yourself for asking to come along.”

 

“Trust me, I won't,”

 

“Trust me, you will,” Tom cut me off and smirked. I scowled at him for making me lose my moment of confidence. “Brady did, my old friend Harry did, hell, even Billy Carlos did. `Course he didn't have much of a choice in the matter because Ryan pretty much dragged him into it,”

 

“Did you?” I asked.

 

Tom paused, seemingly thinking about it. “No,” He smiled a little, eyes fixed on the road in front of him. “But you will,” He nodded at me.

 

“Whatever,” I gritted my teeth. “Any ideas as to where we're going now?” I asked.

 

“Well, once we're out of Illinois and far away from all the shit that's been going on around here, getting a hotel room should be easy, and after that I think I know someone we'll be able to stay with,” He nodded to himself.

 

So that was that.

 

 

 

 

A/n-

Eeeew!

 

Uggghhhh… Ughhhh… I really and honestly hate this chapter… it's worse than a filler… it's just… horrible and eeew. God, I might even re-do it completely >.>. Not to mention… it's short… badly written… and a week and two days late.

 

Why am I posting it if I hate it so much? Because it moves the story along. Haha, I know right, I'm a lazy ass… I really just want to get this chapter that took me way to damn long to write over with… and be able to get onto the next ones that will be less shitty. So… sorry for the shortness… lateness… and shittiness, but I promise the next one will be better.

 

I still need a Beta… I think one of you offered to be one at some point but I never went anywhere with that xP. Sorry… I'm not having the best of times here ._..