Chapter 3

It's been more than a few years since me and Riddick stepped off the skiff and said our goodbye's to Imam. Now nineteen, I'm almost legal. But I figure I'll still stay with Riddick, and I figure that he won't make me leave, either.


I still wear my hair and clothes the same way. Usually, people can't tell what I am. Both men and women hit on me when I'm out with Riddick. He tries not to show it, but I can tell the flirting bothers him.


Riddick's still Riddick. He still goes out at night and comes back in the morning with money. I finally found out where he gets the dough. He's no longer Richard B. Riddick: escaped convict; murderer. But changed into Richard B. Riddick: escaped convict; ex-murderer; thief.


I think he's embarrassed by it. That's why he never told me. I had to find out by myself by following him one night. Turns out, being a thief is a step down from being a murderer. I believe it's a step up.


He still doesn't talk much. Well, he never really was a talker, but he used to go on and on if he had an opinion about something. I guess he thinks a lot about how he's changed. How he did some good during the nightmare, but failed others. In the beginning, he thought a lot about Carolyn. Besides me, she was the first person that really trusted him, believed in him, gave him a chance. Plus, she died for him. I mean, that hit him hard. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for someone to give their life for him.


Anyway, we still move around a lot. Sometimes we get a small, dinky apartment, but can never stay in it for a long period of time. Riddick says we have to keep moving in case there are still mercs out there that never believed the story me and Imam told the cops.


At the moment, we're occupying a hotel room. It's not bad. There's no stains or rats, and the heater gives off a little warmth.


It's morning now, but Riddick left. You're probably wondering why. You're probably asking why I feel so miserable at the moment. I should probably tell you what happened.





Author's Note: Ohhh, don't you just hate it when that happens?? Don't worry, I'm writing the 4th chapter as we speak.


Also, I know the chapters are short, but that's just my writing style. I break my stories up into so many parts.