The next week was filled with about a dozen motels, cheap gas station food, and hours of late night talking and fucking. Violet and Tate learned a lot about each other and they both were finally happy for once. That is, unless she turned on the TV and saw their faces plastered on the news. They were on the run from the police to Tate but to Violet they were just running from their everyday problems. Two fucked up kids who found each other and in an attempt to make their shity lives better wondered the world together. So romantic, right?
He didn't know why he couldn't tell her. He felt almost guilty for keeping the secret from her, almost.
They were lying in a bed that had probably seen worse than them when she asked him, "Do you think I'm capable of murder?" For a second he thought she knew what he had been so desperately trying to hide from her. But then she burst into cute little giggles and he knew she was just high on exhaustion.
"Violet, what if I had done something bad. Really bad, right before we left town. Would you regret being here with me?" This didn't occur suspicious to her due to their nightly conversations of all the things that crossed their minds.
"As long it didn't involve another girl, I don't care. I'll never leave you now, Tate. I like you too much. And even if it did we could all get in on the action, if you know what I mean," she slurred as the giggles continued.
He chuckled, "I'd lose my head without you, Vi."