"Are you ready to leave, Jovey?" I heard Helen call.
I smiled brightly, my arms full with bags and various objects. Helen and I had returned, shortly after or exit, remembering all of the things we could bring along that could be of use. After all, it seemed as though both of us were lost in a daze when we left. My grin subconsciously grew as I giggled to myself.
"Yes, I'll be there in a second!" I yelled back, ignoring the corpse in the room as I left out the door. Not too soon after, I was walking out the house, seeing Helen awaiting in my father's truck. The sun was setting, only offering a brief outline of his form in the front seat.
I skipped over, dropping off the rest of my things into the back of the truck with little care. Looking in, I saw what Helen had put inside. My paintings-every last one of them. All of the food the house possessed. Money, it seemed. Books, painting materials. My additions were clothes, toiletries, pillows, blankets and a few more objects. We were set. According to Helen, the owners of our cabin wouldn't be returning until early June and it wasn't even December.
I hurried into the truck beside him, offering a bright smile. Even though he was wearing his mask, I could tell by his warm azure eyes that he returned it. That white mask with a crimson grin which once terrified me now brought nothing less than happiness. To think that the horror recently brought to us was now over was beyond magnificent. Finally able to relax in peace for a while, then begin our hobby once more.
Of course, I would be worried then. I bit my lip as I remembered the police finding us, having to run. Getting shot in the leg, getting sick. Having to lie through my teeth during an interview. No, it didn't bring the happiest things if things went wrong. Perhaps everything recently was just a learning experience. Shaking my head, I let those thoughts go. We were here now, and I refused to be anything less than happy.
"Ready to go?" Helen asked, his voice tender. It seemed to melt my bones, my eyes holding stars as I looked at him.
"Yep. Got everything I wanted," I nodded.
He returned it, starting the trucks ignition. It rumbled to life, as he slowly started along the road. My heart sputtered as he reached over, taking my hand into his gloved one. I felt as though I was drifting on a cloud as I laid back on the seat, wondering how life could get much better. Who would think that a serial killer could be so affectionate? I sure didn't. Helen seemed as though he still possessed his sanity… although it could flicker off with just a simple breath. No remorse, or guilt. Human lives were nothing… but it sure appeared like mine did to him.
I couldn't say much different; his life was also the only one that mattered to me.
"So, I see my note worked," he snickered, his mask hiding any emotion. I looked over at him, rolling my eyes.
"It gave me an open, you could say," I replied, a grumble in my voice. "So many damn interviews."
His laugh was rich as it echoed off of his mask. "Well, you must have put up quite the act," he chuckled, shaking his head as he drove through the darkening town.
"I hated having to make you look bad," I sighed, my bottom lip puckering.
"What else could you have done? Just forget about it for now, Jovey," he replied, causing my smile to return.
"So… what did you do while away?" I asked, truthfully curious. Honestly, I wondered how in the hell he managed to get away after dropping me off.
His sigh was heavy, his eyes hardening. "I don't believe I have ever ran as far, or as fast as I did. Well… perhaps after you were shot. But even still…" his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "I managed to get away into the woods. The police were still after me, and their dogs… Same scene as you witnessed. I eventually came across a stream, jumped in, and let it take me wherever. I finally pulled myself out later that night and climbed a tree. Fell asleep for a few hours, then got up for the day. I didn't necessarily know where I wanted to go after that," he murmured.
I stared at him, pity swelling within my stomach. After all, it was because of me that he went through that. "What happened then?" I asked, my voice so small.
"I went back to the cabin we are headed to now. Stayed for a while, staring at the ceiling. I had to steal another car of course to get to it." He shrugged. "Then, after waiting for what seemed like year, I came back to your house to see if you were there or not. I didn't know whether you survived and were back. Survived and was still in the hospital. Or you didn't make it at all. Hell, I didn't know if you were in jail. But, you know the rest," he chortled, making my smile return.
"Good timing," I grinned, tightening my fingers around his.
"Indeed. Now that we are all caught up, I must know… was I right? Was it Sepsis?" he asked, his eyes peeking over to me.
I was nodding before he was finished. "Yes, you were right. They said that if you hadn't of left that note, I would have went into Septic Shock and died before they found out… so thank you," I whispered, my cheeks heating.
"You're welcome. You see, when you use a doctor's blood, it always pays to take his medical books," he sneered, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I gasped, smiling at the same time. "You naughty man! Although I must say, that was very convenient," I giggled.
He shrugged once again, his smile stretched just as wide as the one on his mask. I could tell just by his eyes.
The rest of our car ride continued in silence. I sat back, staring out the window as the trees flew by. Content as I was, I hardly noticed when we pulled up beside our cabin. It looked the same as it did the last time I saw it. Helen backed the car in beside it, trees draping over and nearly blocking it from view. I didn't suppose he was going to trouble himself by getting rid of it this time around. After all, if anyone did come down here, we would have to leave anyhow.
As the truck's rumble went silent. I pulled my hand out of his, exiting out into the night. I went to the back, gathering a few of the bags into my arms, starting for the door. Right as I approached it, my feet were knocked out from under me. I nearly screamed, before realizing I was safe in Helen's arms. My shocked eyes then narrowed, accusingly.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, although it held an amused edge.
"Well, Jovey, you are still recovering, are you not? You shouldn't be on your feet for too long, I wouldn't recommend," he smirked behind his mask, opening the unlocked door after freeing a hand.
I scoffed, trying to hold on to his blue jacket, and my bags at the same time. He stepped inside the cabin, walking over to the olive-green couch I had practically lived on. Gently setting me down, he turned back to the door.
"I'll get the rest of the things. Do what you'd like with your belongings," he nodded as I chuckled. How adorable he was.
I stood, stretching out my limbs before carrying my bags through the cabin. Finding the first bedroom, I laid my bags on the bed, pulling out my clothes. Turning my head, I saw the wooden door to the side of the bed, hoping it was a closet. Thankfully, it was. Placing my clothes inside, I turned back to the small, yet warm room. The wooden walls were covered here and there by paintings of the woods. The bed had a scarlet and beige bedspread, along with a couple matching pillows. The side table had a small lamp with a frilly shade. A small rocking chair sat in the corner. All in all, a cute room that I would be happy to stay in. As I was looking, Helen walked in as well, carrying other bags underneath his arms, along with my paintings.
"Alright, I got everything and the door is locked," he sighed, dropping the bags onto the bed as I had. "Food is in the kitchen, everything else is here," he stated.
"Perfect," I smiled, beginning to sort through everything else.
I placed the money in the drawer on the bedside table first. I then draped my blankets over the rocking chair, setting the pillows in the seat. I found other places for my belongings as Helen watched. Then I took all of the toiletries out to the bathroom. When I returned, Helen had my paintings set up on around the room, the original ones now sitting against the wall on the floor. I beamed at him, unable to help it as I threw my arms around him. He chuckled, returning the gesture as I held him close.
"You should get on to bed," he whispered into my ear. "You've had a long day, after all."
I nodded, pulling back. I sat down on the bed, pulling down the covers after taking off my shoes. I was too tired, and too lazy to change at the moment. The t-shirt and sweats would do, anyway. But before Helen could take two steps, I yanked his arm, pulling him back to me.
"And where do you think you're going?" I smirked, as his blue eyes stared down at me.
"I was going to take the couch…" he replied, seemingly confused.
"I don't think so, Mr. Otis. Now get your ass over here," I giggled, unable to keep the serious expression on my face.
He laughed as well, holding up his hands. "Alright, alright. You know, you could ask nicely," he joked, sliding in next to me.
I let out a content sigh as I laid my head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him while he turned out the light. Looking up, though, I noticed one last thing that I wanted. I reached my hand up, slowly pulling his mask up. Only this time, he made no move to stop me. After pulling it completely off, I sat it on the bedside table. Returning my arm, I stared up at his now visible face.
A soft smile laid on his smooth lips, his shaggy raven hair falling over his eyes. Pure perfection. Everything in this one moment was perfection. Leaning up, I kissed his free lips. He returned it, a smile pulling across his face after I pulled away.
"Good night, Jovey," he whispered as I laid my head back on his chest.
"Good night, Helen," I replied, shutting my eyes.
This was the pure heaven I had asked for, for my entire life. I wanted to keep it for as long as we both lived. If I had to fight for it, I most certainly would. But there was not a thing more I could think to ask for.
Not a thing would take it away.
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