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Like ghosts in the snow...
1 ReviewsGerard finds out that being on the run has just got a lot more dangerous than he thought it could possibly get.
We walked back to our hotel room, hand in hand, from La Bella Italia. Gerard had shouted me the most expensive meal I've ever had. I think it was his apology for not being completely honest with me. He knew now that I know we're not sight-seeing, and that we're actually on the run. I wonder who we was running from that is so bad, he can't call the police.
"Why are you so silent tonight?" I asked. I know the answer, he's humiliated.
"I'm just tired, that's all." He weakly smiled.
"Because you'd tell me if something's bothering you, wouldn't you?" I asked, cautiously analyzing his facial expression.
He kept his eyes on the ground. "Of course."
The rest of the way to the hotel was in agonizing silence.
The silence kills me. Sitting on the bed next to Gerard, as he's lying down, he's just staring at the ceiling.
I got on top of him, my legs at both sides, I leaned down and gently kissed him. He ran his hands through my hair, send that cold shiver that slowly moves from your neck to your legs. In between the soft kisses, he whispered.
"It's not going to happen."
"So I can't even kiss you? Fine." I got off the bed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
"You can kiss me all you want. But I know exactly what you're trying to do, and it's not going to happen."
"Oh? What might that be."
He looked down at me with a sarcastic look.
I sighed and sat up. "I'm not frustrated because of you."
He took my hands. "Then what are you frustrated at?"
"Being inside a hotel room, with the occasional walk to get dinner, only to bring it back here. So much for sight seeing, Gerard."
"Rose I-"
"What are we running from Gerard? What is so bad that you have to run away from it, and you can't call the police?"
"It's bigger than the police."
"FBI?"
"You have no idea what we're up against." He looked at me with a sharp glare. "And it's better that way. We're running from the kind of people that will shoot an innocent three year old girl who has witnessed something that she shouldn't have. We're running from the kind of people that will try to kill you if you knew who they were. We're running from the kind of people that protect their sisters and go home and beat the fucking shit out of their wives. We're running from the kind of people that don't fucking care about anyone. That's who we're running from."
"And the FBI can't help you because...?" I asked. Still not scared by the description.
He sighed and whispered, "Because they're bigger than the FBI."
"How do they know I don't know who they are?"
"They watch us. And the way you carelessly walk, and the way I cautiously look around, they know you don't know whats going on."
"Well I'm not scared one single bit." I smiled and kissed him.
flashback
Looking back now, I wish I hadn't pressured him for the answers. I should have waited. But were we ever going to get off the run if it didn't go down the way it did? Probably not. But if I hadn't of created more chaos by knowing too much, it probably would've saved a lot of paranoia and the possible slip-up.
flashback
I looked out the window, a mile high in another plane. The best thing about being engaged to an ex-rock star who had the high profile life. You fly first class, you get everything you want onboard, even stuff you never thought was possible.
This time round we actually checked-in at the right time, we didn't have to come in three days early. I thought that maybe the chase was finally dying down..
Oh so fucking wrong.
"Mr. Way?" The flight attendant asked.
"Yeah?" Gerard sat up.
"There's someone here to see you."
A short man with a beard, tattoos and facial piercings walked in. Gerards face dropped, he shook his head. "No..."
"Why are you so silent tonight?" I asked. I know the answer, he's humiliated.
"I'm just tired, that's all." He weakly smiled.
"Because you'd tell me if something's bothering you, wouldn't you?" I asked, cautiously analyzing his facial expression.
He kept his eyes on the ground. "Of course."
The rest of the way to the hotel was in agonizing silence.
The silence kills me. Sitting on the bed next to Gerard, as he's lying down, he's just staring at the ceiling.
I got on top of him, my legs at both sides, I leaned down and gently kissed him. He ran his hands through my hair, send that cold shiver that slowly moves from your neck to your legs. In between the soft kisses, he whispered.
"It's not going to happen."
"So I can't even kiss you? Fine." I got off the bed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
"You can kiss me all you want. But I know exactly what you're trying to do, and it's not going to happen."
"Oh? What might that be."
He looked down at me with a sarcastic look.
I sighed and sat up. "I'm not frustrated because of you."
He took my hands. "Then what are you frustrated at?"
"Being inside a hotel room, with the occasional walk to get dinner, only to bring it back here. So much for sight seeing, Gerard."
"Rose I-"
"What are we running from Gerard? What is so bad that you have to run away from it, and you can't call the police?"
"It's bigger than the police."
"FBI?"
"You have no idea what we're up against." He looked at me with a sharp glare. "And it's better that way. We're running from the kind of people that will shoot an innocent three year old girl who has witnessed something that she shouldn't have. We're running from the kind of people that will try to kill you if you knew who they were. We're running from the kind of people that protect their sisters and go home and beat the fucking shit out of their wives. We're running from the kind of people that don't fucking care about anyone. That's who we're running from."
"And the FBI can't help you because...?" I asked. Still not scared by the description.
He sighed and whispered, "Because they're bigger than the FBI."
"How do they know I don't know who they are?"
"They watch us. And the way you carelessly walk, and the way I cautiously look around, they know you don't know whats going on."
"Well I'm not scared one single bit." I smiled and kissed him.
flashback
Looking back now, I wish I hadn't pressured him for the answers. I should have waited. But were we ever going to get off the run if it didn't go down the way it did? Probably not. But if I hadn't of created more chaos by knowing too much, it probably would've saved a lot of paranoia and the possible slip-up.
flashback
I looked out the window, a mile high in another plane. The best thing about being engaged to an ex-rock star who had the high profile life. You fly first class, you get everything you want onboard, even stuff you never thought was possible.
This time round we actually checked-in at the right time, we didn't have to come in three days early. I thought that maybe the chase was finally dying down..
Oh so fucking wrong.
"Mr. Way?" The flight attendant asked.
"Yeah?" Gerard sat up.
"There's someone here to see you."
A short man with a beard, tattoos and facial piercings walked in. Gerards face dropped, he shook his head. "No..."
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