Day 4
I was alone before, after Daddy died.
But at least I had had Marcus to look after me and Dave to talk to. They both knew my history; what I was.
That was the first time that my life had been stripped from me.
The only two people in my life that I really cared about were gone. The first out of a necessity for his own protection. The second... I didn't know.
I was constantly looking back, to try and find a way that might have stopped me having to leave New York, having to leave Dave. So far there had been no success in that.
I hated myself for saying it, but I missed Dave.
The only thing that kept me going now, was remembering that kiss, my first ever kiss. I felt warm, and more than a little tingly inside every time that I remembered that kiss. Not quite a 'Union J' moment, yet, but you never knew when that could happen!
Thinking of Dave always made me smile. I thought of what could have happened between us if I had listened to him. Instead of telling him to go to hell. What if I had kissed him much earlier, instead of just pounding his ass into the mats of the Safehouse? My Daddy taught me that dwelling on the past was not healthy and should be avoided, but at that point the past was all that I had.
It had been four days since I had left Dave outside his house, but it felt like four months. Each day and night seemed to stretch forever.
I had been staying in a motel, on the outskirts of Danville, Pennsylvania. It was the furthest that I had been able to get that first night, without riding asleep. I had hidden the Ducati outside of town, as a fifteen year-old girl with a purple Ducati superbike kinda stuck out! The motel room was horrible, but it was anonymous.
I had brought little with me. I had stopped off once at the Safehouse on the way out of town, to grab some clothes, a few weapons and my Hit Girl costume. I didn't know why I had brought the costume, I didn't see me ever using it again, but I didn't feel right without it. As I told Marcus, I was Hit Girl not Mindy Macready. I was staying under an assumed name as I had brought several different identities, all showing me as eighteen. Twenty-one would have been better, but there was no way that I could pull it off – I just didn't have the figure. I regretted having to leave my bō-staff, but it was way too large to travel with.
I hoped that Dave was able to make good use of the Safehouse.
There it was again; that warm feeling and tingly sensation. I was crying again. That new emotion started a couple of days ago and manifested itself whenever I thought of Dave. It was stupid, I only kissed him once, dammit, but I missed him. It took a while but we did, eventually, become a team.
I wished I had listened to him earlier; we could have had fun, as a proper team. God, he fought like he was unstoppable in that warehouse and he really looked good in my Daddy's armour.
I pounded the bed to try and get a grip on myself.
The solitude was killing me, from the inside.
Updated: February 2015