On the run (Closed)

I don't really know what to say maybe a question or two to get started.

She laughed a little at how that sounded but she really was not sure what to say or do this was nice but very strange to her at the same time.
 
Ok. This wasn't going to be as easy as he hoped. He was definitely going to have to take the lead. He was okay with that. In fact, he should have just done it from the get go. She was hesitant and he had to draw her out of her shell.

"That is not a problem. Why don't we start with a couple of easy ones. What was the best sex you ever had and what is your favorite position?" He let the question linger for just one second and began to laugh. " I am just kidding. Before you hit the road and started to run what kind of work did you do?
 
She tensed but when he laughed she relaxed again.

Work... whatever I could get to keep him in beer and our bills paid. Waitress... reception... cooking
 
He saw her tense and wondered if he went too far with the joke. When she relaxed he decided it would be a good idea to take it easy on her.

"S, you were in the hospitality industry. I imagine that you did very well; considering the beautiful smile that you have. That combined with your eyes would have made the customers feel comfortable."
 
I... I guess.

She bit her lip compliments were fairly foreign as well but she still relaxed more.

What about you what did you do?
 
"Well, I worked in a meat packing plant. Did whatever they needed me to do. The guy I worked for is the wealthiest guy in the county....the mayor of the town, and also the head of the local mob. He had it all. So, I did whatever he wanted me to do. Then, one day I saw him beating the hell out of a guy.... a guy that owed him money. I wasn't supposed to see it, so, I hit the road and haven't looked back. There is no doubt that there is a hit out on me, so, that is why I am always looking around before I go anywhere or do anything. We are a hell of a pair, aren't we?"
 
Yeah... really.

She smiled a little at him.

Seems like there is a pretty good chance that we are both possibly hunted... Kinda scary to think about ya know.

She balled up against thinking on that little realization. Unconsciously she began scratching at her wrist as she bit her lip.
 
He watched her curl up and then begin to scratch her wrist.

"Yes we are both probably being hunted, but we probably are better off together. We can keep an eye out for each other."

He continued to watch her catch her wrist. "Are you ok Jaidyn?"
 
She realized what she was doing and shook her head making herself stop.

Memories I guess.

She looked over at him. But yeah being able to keep an eye out for each other would be good.
 
"Yea, I will be happy to keep an eye out for you. Heck, right now, you are the closest hing I have to a friend."

He smiled at her...hoping she would relax.
 
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She relaxed a little more.

Another thing we have in common you are about the closest thing I have to a friend too.
 
"We'll, it is good that I am close to a friend to you." He saw that she seemed to relax a little bit.

"So, tell me about the happiest time in your life."
 
When he and I first got together. Before all the alcohol and his parents passing and him blowing through all he money they left him inside of a year.

She sighed.

Finding his darker side and the fact that some people liked that darker side so clearly since some women liked that darker side all of us clearly had to which only made him worse.
 
"I am sorry to hear that things changed so drastically for you, and I guess, indirectly, for him. It seems like you two were happy for a while. What was it about the early times that made you so happy?"

He leaned forward in his chair trying to show her that he really cared about what she had to say.
 
Traveling and just being happy and young... Maybe I was just too happy back then to see his darker side... maybe it was always there.

She shrugged and stretched out a little.

What about you same questions
 
"Well, my happiest times were with my mom. I didn't get to spend much time with her growing up. She had to work two jobs just to put food on the table. When she had some time off, she would take me places.... We would do something special. That always makes me smile."

He sat back as he thought of his mom. "She had a tough life. She sacrificed a. It for me. She died way too young."
 
She listened carefully and bit her lip her family barely got any time and her parents seemed just fine with that.

That sounds like it was very fun special times.
 
"We didn't have two nickels to rub together, but we were happy....at least I was. When. Look back on it I realize what my mom sacrificed, and it probably is the reason she died so young."

He looked over at her and smiled. "Mom made sure that I was happy. She was my hero. It makes me want to help others when I have the opportunity...sort of paying it forward."
 
She smiled.

Well then glad you are here.

Her mind always thinking the worse tossed up something that she didn't want to think about but had to.

What do we do if one of us is not home and one of the potential problems show up?
 
"We need to find a place for you to hide. In these old houses there are crawl spaces and attics and secret hiding places. We will find a safe place for you to go. You should go there if you see someone coming up the driveway. Stay there until I come get you or you are 100% sure it is safe."
 
She nodded. Maybe we could look around for that tomorrow
 
"That sounds like a good idea. I don't think anyone is going to be here tonight. I think the two of us are safe with each other tonight."

He watched her to make sure she was relaxed. The fact that she wanted to have a plan told him how afraid she was. He didn't plan on letting her out of his sight for a while. He would keep her close.
 
Several days went by and there was a hiding place with a couple of ways for her to get into it well hidden from sight and the old woman was having them help out from time to time at the diner as well to make a little money. Random shifts so that they can always have one of them home to work on the house and tend to stuff around the old home place.

She had gotten comfortable and found it easy to forget anything other than this now relaxed and happy life even feeling a little something for him as well.
 
They started to get into a routine. He still checked the surroundings before either of them left the house. He never saw anything out of the ordinary, but that did not stop him from checking every single time.

He was not comfortable with her working the night shift. He agreed to work any night shifts that came up. Tonight's shift was pretty slow. When the last customer left, he cleaned up, locked up, and headed home. He walked into the house and collapsed on the couch.
 
She kept looking out the window towards the main road. Wandering around fixing up and arranging things or watching tv but she always went back to the window.
 
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