Hiding (closed)

[zydrate]

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Patricia Green was America's movie sweetheart. Everyone loved her. She could do no wrong. The tabloids followed her where ever she went. They sometimes invaded on her personal life, trying to find something sorrid about her past.

They found none.

So when Patricia was at the height of her career, it was a shock to everyone to find out that she had left her husband, also a movie star, though he wasn't as successful as her.

She left town after her husband tearfully confessed that he had an affair with a model. A younger woman in Patricia's eyes.

Everyone had said this was a mistake. Don't marry him, his last wife left because of the same thing.

So Patricia ran. She wanted to hide her embarassment from marrying that bastard. She should've listened. God, why didn't she listen?! Now here she was, doing a damn good job of hiding from the world. Oh she turned on the entertainment news and saw the headline "Where is Patricia?" It was sort of amusing if you really looked at it, almost like a game of where's waldo.

Where was she? She was holed up in a small farm house that belonged to a friend of a friend. It was a small town in nowhere North Dakota. It was mid summer and no one knew her here. She just needed time to think--time to figure out what her next step was going to be.

 

[NeoBard]

Brad walked into his farm house at 6.30 that night. He wiped the sweat from his brow, glad that he had cut his once long rugged hair to a shorter cropped look. His dark brown eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkened room before he fumbled for the light switch and found it. The light revealed a man in his early thirties, a well built frame due to the regular farm work and tanned skin from exposure to all the sun light. His hands were worn and grizzled as could be expected from anyone who did manual labor with his hands and he sported a days worth of beard growth that he scratched at absently.

He straightened his back and pulled off the boots he was wearing, pulling his shirt up and off, throwing it into a short pile near a door across the way. Probably the washing and drying room. He trundled over to the fridge and poured himself a drink, taking a nice long drought of the cooling water before he placed it near the sink. A moment later he had grabbed a bagel from the fridge and had hardly put into his mouth as he walked into the living room area when he stood still and asked.

"Who the hell are you?" He was looking at a woman with whom he had a vague recognition, though he wasn't sure why. She was attractive, that he noted from the very beginning but was a complete stranger and in his house...now what was it Shannon had told him the other day, he had asked if a friend could stay...but not a woman...