Ch. 17 Georgia or Bust
Several weeks pass by, and the rain seems to pour down in torrents, and Marilyn is curled up on the bed, inside the motel room that they had rented. They had decided that since technically it is the 4 day break for UCF known as fall break, that they would travel back to Georgia to see Marilyn's parents. The lightning outside seems to be right above the room. Marilyn curls herself up tighter in a ball. She listens outside to see if she can hear Odin above the roar of the thunder.
One of the former motel residents had left a punching bag tied a branch of one of the trees. Odin is using it to practice some kick-boxing moves that he picked up when he worked for a short time at a gym a few months ago. He punches the bag as hard as possible, the storm doesn't bother him at all. He is dreading having to go back. He is only doing it because it is part of the plan that he came up with. He needs to get Marilyn to cut off ties with her family. And while killing might be the best way to do it, he doesn't think Marilyn has the actual strength to kill her own family. And though a way to kill people has been worked into an equation of the cult, he always knows that for a way for this to work completely, he needs to keep his record clean. Which means he can't kill anyone, they would take him as an obvious choice, especially when they finally get to what he is planning. The ultimate plan will eventually result in the death of entire families connected to the cult. But he is sure that may take awhile before they are at that stage. He has to make it look like he has completely disappeared from the face of the earth first, which is why he has to continue with this part of the plan.
He hears a door open behind him. It doesn't cause him to turn, and he punches the bag with all his strength, almost knocking the bag down. "O, honey, it really scares me you out there." He hears a whisper behind him.
At the voice, he stops tormenting the bag. He walks over to the motel room door, when he gets where he is standing directly in front of her. He kisses her forehead. "I'll come inside." He pushes her softly inside, and follows her, closing the door behind him.
"If you're still angry you can try to hook the bag up in here." She goes to sit on the bed.
He sits cross-legged at her feet by the edge of the bed. "We have to do this. This will work right, won't it."
She sets his head in her lap, and begins to play with her hair. "I think it will."
"And your not mad that this is a charade. I mean if you want we really can..."
She stops him by bending down and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I don't want to get married right now. Plus, don't we basically do everything married couples do." She giggles softly, looking down as his face forms into a smirk.
"I still can't believe all we have to do is convince Morgan that we are married, and your whole family will get off our backs."
She rubs his shoulders. "It'll work. Now get up here, Stud, the storm is scaring me, and i need you to protect me."
"As you wish, m'lady."