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CHAPTER 7

I awoke the next morning enveloped by green walls and Rixon. His right arm and leg were draped over me and I was pinned beneath them. My face felt sticky from dried tears of last night and through the small window above the bed, a ray of light lit up my feet and caused the rest of the room to feel overheated and stuffy. I was about to shake Rixon awake when a bird cawed outside the window causing Rixon's head to spring up.

"What? Where? Who's there?" He asked as if still in a panicked dream. He looked down at me, "oh, it's just you." He said, clearly relieved. Noticing his limbs were trapping me from movement, he apologized. Then he pulled himself up into a sitting position looking a tad embarrassed as he did so.

I stayed horizontal, I didn't feel like moving yet.

"You okay, love?" Rixon asked, looking down at me.

I rubbed my eyes for sleep while considering his question. Last night I had felt like I would never be okay again, that nothing would ever be okay again. But yet the sun was shining. That fact didn't fill me with a sense of hope or anything. But it reminded me that no matter what was going on inside my head, life was still being lived. I would just have to be okay.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said answering Rixon.

He could see I wasn't really, but he ignored it, knowing that if I had wanted to talk about it I would've. "You want something to eat?"

"Sure. "

"C'mon…" Rixon pulled me up off the bed and led me down the hallway. At the end of the hallway furthest from the font door there was a small kitchen with a tattered table and two chairs shoved in the corner. Rixon dropped my hand and went to find us some breakfast.

"What you got?" I asked as he rummaged through the fridge, his body blocking my view.

"Well, it looks like Guinness or… Guinness," he said pulling out two cans and holding them up to me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You, honestly have nothing else?" He nodded. I shoved past him to get a look at the fridge and saw that, indeed, there was nothing else. I pulled open the cupboard doors trying to find some source of sustenance that wasn't alcoholic. All I managed to do though was disturb the cobwebs that had formed over the cupboard handles. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Hey, I gave my suggestion," he smiled waving the cans of Guinness.

I refused to acknowledge his 'suggestion', "weren't we going to into town yesterday?" He nodded, opening the can and taking a sip. "Well, lets go now," I said before taking the can from his hands and dumping it in the bin next to the fridge.

"Nora…" he said his eyes heartbroken, not moving from the bin.

"C'mon," I told him as I pulled him by his wrist to the car.

Rixon's car was just as outdated as his house. Its metallic grey colour of it's boxy body was just visible from underneath the dirt sheath that covered the entire car.

"You ever think about, I don't know, washing it?" I joked teasingly.

"You offering?" He smiled as we got into the car.

The car roared to life as Rixon turned the key and we were off. An oldies radio station played in the background as we drove down the driveway and onto the foggy backwoods roads that led into town.

"So what's this place that we're heading to called?" I asked.

"I was thinking we'd head to Wisteria Falls. It's not a big place. Coldwater is probably the biggest place around here but that's hours away and it's not like we can go there anyway."

I nodded, "yeah, that's definitely not an option… So how far's this Wisteria place then?"

"It's about another twenty minutes. We'll be able to get everything we need, including the…what is it you need?"

"Iron. And clothes. And breakfast. And a hairbrush."

"Gee, miss high maintenance. You do remember you don't have any money don't you?"

That threw a spanner in the works. "Oh…yeah."

"Don't worry, I'll cover it."

"Thanks."

There was an awkward pause before Rixon broke it, "welcome to Wisteria Falls."

Wisteria Falls was a tiny huddle of buildings that looked like they'd been built in the early 1900's. Mostly wooden, with a big 2 storey house-like building in the centre that dominated the tiny town. There were a few people walking around, a few dotted at the tables of a café, a few on the road. Just the regular small town folk. Rixon pulled into a car spot just around the corner from the main street.

Cold air hit me as I got out of the car. "Geez, It's freezing!"

"It's not too bad," Rixon said tilting his head to the side as he locked the car. "So do you wanna go get your clothes first…cause if you don't mind me saying, the one's your in are a bit ripe."

I elbowed him, feigning mock horror, as we walked side by side towards the main street. "Just saying…" he said as he rubbed the spot where I'd elbowed.

I looked down at my clothes. They were pretty filthy, not to mention the fact that they were starting to smell. "I guess you're right though. Where do I go?"

"See that maroon building on the first corner?" He pointed towards it.

"Yeah."

"Well that's the pharmacy and for the clothes your probably gonna want to go here." We came to a stop in front of a quaint shop with three mannequins in the window. Each one had on a different coloured turtleneck and parka. "Not the most fashion forward but it'll do the trick."

"It's fine." I said walking over to the shop door.

"Wait, here's some money for your stuff," he pulled out his wallet and flipped through the bills, counting, "there $300 should be enough for this and the pills right?"

"It'll be plenty. Where'd you get that kind of money from?" I asked, a little shocked. He still had at least another four hundred dollar notes in his wallet.

"Poker and pool, the only respectable way to make a living."

"Of course, should've known. After all you are Patch's friend."

He smiled as he tucked his wallet away and turned to leave. "Hang on, where are you going?" I called after him.

"Someone has to feed us," he yelled back, continuing on down the street.

About an hour and a half later I was walking back from the pharmacy, towards the car for lack of a better place to go, when I saw it. Her. Coming out of a shop a few doors down was that pale blond hair that now haunted my nightmares. Dabria.