Have you seen the movie Labor Day, with Josh Brolin and Kate Winslet? I loved it! There is no fanfiction category for it yet sooo…. I stole the storyline to write my own little twist into it… I hope you enjoy!

It ought have been a normal day. You know like those days when the weekend starts early for you, and you have finally survived another day at that horrible job of yours? Well I certainly do know that feeling. Except this time, I not only had saturday and sunday off, but the entire following week too. It made me feel a little better. This weekend Labor Day was coming around, but unlike most people, I would gladly stay at home.

That was the reason I also decided to drive to Walmart right after work and buy all the things I thought I would need, so I could stay in a day or two, not needing to shop for food. Just me, on the couch, reading some, eating some, maybe working out for a bit… I sounded like a good plan at the time.

I slowly made my way into a parking lot and kept my sunglasses on. I had no intention of making small talk with anyone, I just needed groceries. I was not the most sociable person in the world, I was aware of that. I loved staying inside my apartment, reading, listening to some music, pondering about writing my own books one day. Taking a cart I tried to keep my head in the game of buying the products I needed for the upcoming days. Maybe some chips too? A little chocolate just to make reading all the more pleasant. I smiled to myself, who cared anyway. I took a bar of dark chocolate and placed it between the tomatoes and potatoes. Walking around I slowly checked every product of the list in my phone, until I saw a stack with some books. I knew I should not walkover there… I had enough unread books as it where, but… Like always, I just could not resist the urge to see what gems were lying around today. I slowly walked towards the books, parking my cart so people could pass me easily and took a book in hand, reading the backside. I unconsciously smiled. This was my happy moment. I loved losing myself in stories of fantasy and romance. When I took book two of the stack, I noticed someone was walking closer towards me. Not paying all that much attention I ignored the person and read on. Well, at least until I felt something cold press against the back of my neck. I froze, not realizing yet it was a gun, accompanied by a strong arm going around my waist, suddenly keeping me close against a very hard, muscled chest.

'Not a sound, little lady.' The voice was dark and deep, really deep. If I had to name the voice by color, I would have chosen black. When he pressed the cold steel a little harder against me, I understood the precarious situation I was finding myself in. This was not good. Why was someone holding a gun against my neck in the middle of Walmart? Not daring to move I waited. I felt the man shift behind me, right until he could watch me from the side, his head matching his voice. He seemed like a real tough guy. Shaven head, strong jaw. Sharp eyes staring at me. And then his height. I was not the longest woman in the world, but I was not short either, still he was at least two heads bigger than me. His broad shoulders were visible, a black sleeveless shirt tight around his muscular chest. I swallowed deeply. This was not good, not good at all.

'No need to fret. I just need a ticket out of here. You are it.' He nodded in the direction of my cart.

'Just act normal. Pay for your stuff, then we will head out to your car.' I was momentarily hypnotised by his deep voice. What was he saying?

'My car?' I unintelligent copied. He cleared his throat and nodded.

'Now let's get moving.' I had never been in a situation like this. And with that I meant a situation in which I had to fear for my life. It felt surreal. Weird and like I was finding myself in a movie. Except for the fact that this guy who threatened me was very real, broad and had a gun on me. We easily passed the registers, where the lady who handed me my bags smiled warmly at me. I noticed the guy had hidden his gun, but he stayed very closeby. He took my groceries in hand, watching my every move after I payed for my groceries. He then nodded towards the door of the store, motioning for me to head out first. I hesitantly did. Was he going to get into my car? Where did he wanted to go?

I walked towards my blue sedan, not sure what would happen now. Would he steal my car? I opened the doors and watched how he walked around the car, opening the back and placing the groceries in. After he shut it, he walked around the car, opening the door for me.

'What are you doing?' I asked. Trembling from all the nerves I was feeling. He let his hand move down his body showing me the gun in his pocket.

'I am opening the door for you. Get in.' I bit my lip and did what he said. He walked around the car and then joined me, sitting down in the passenger seat.

I instinctively pulled the key from my pocket and inserted it. The guy nodded in approval. I then stopped all my movements.

'What do you want from me?' I asked him. He grinned. It was not a warm grinn, not a social one. It scared me immensely. This was some criminal, I then knew for sure.

'You are my ticket, now start your car.' I felt how breathing became a little harder, but I started the engine nonetheless. I then turned my head towards him once more.

'Where do you wanna go?' He then turned his grin into a smile.

'Well, your place of course. Drive.'

It was the longest ride ever. Not in time, because my apartment was nearby. But it sure felt like it, with him next to me in the passenger seat, watching my every move, intimidating me with his broad body and bad boy appearance. I also noticed he was not exactly a guy. He was a man, a very strong and muscular one too.

When I parked my car in the parking lot of my complex he turned himself even more towards me.

'We are going inside your apartment, like nothing is wrong. Because nothing is wrong. Understood?' he said, his voice deep and dark. I nodded, to afraid to speak at all. He nodded too and then got up from the car, walking around to get the groceries from the back.

I fumbled with my keys and almost dropped them, watching the man walk towards me with my groceries in his hands, waiting for me to lock the car and walk towards my apartment. He wanted to get in my house. My safe place… It felt wrong, so wrong.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance, wondering why of all times just now no one was walking around here. Normally I had to great at least two people before I could lock myself in my house, and right now there was literally no one around. Go figure…

I once again fumbled with my keys to let us in my little apartment. The man was patiently waiting for me to open the door and when I did, he followed me inside, placing the bags on my counter top in the kitchen. I closed the door behind me and watched. I stood still, like I was frozen. Not sure what was going to happen now.

The man was watching me with a predatory glance in his eyes, daring me to walk in further. I swallowed and slowly took a step in his direction, freezing when he moved too, taking a step closer towards me.

'You did good,' he said. I shivered hearing his voice again. How could anyone have such a deep voice. Was he even human?

I swallowed again, trying to keep breathing. He cocked his head to the side.

'You are not going to faint, are you?' The words pulled me from my frozen state, leaning against a wall for support.

'Who are you?' I asked him then. He licked his lips, and grinned again, like he was glad I was talking again. Like he wanted me to.

'My name is Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.' It was that moment I realised I had heard that name before. Just last night on the news. A man had escaped one of the largest and best guarded prisons in the state. And here he was, before me. Holding me hostage in my own home.

'And why…. why are you here?' I hammered. It clicked in my mind. He needed a place to hide, he had that now. My role was done. He would kill me, hide my body and move on. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about it.

He gave me a little time to process the information. Like he wanted me to know exactly who he was. No hiding his identity from me. I wondered why.

'I need to lay low for a while. I can see you understand why. You have heard about me.' I slowly nodded.

He nodded too.

'Good then.'

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