A/N: Hello all! First off, sorry that this chapter is on the shorter side.. I will try to post longer ones in the future. Also, I wanted to apologize if Laney has come off sort of weak in these past few chapters not trying to fight or defend herself, but she did get stabbed in the shoulder (thanks to John ;) ) and that will take a while to heal without proper medical attention. Trust me, even though she can't fight physically she still has her mouth and her wits... any way enjoy =)

I couldn't believe he booked a room for a week! What the hell were we going to do in the middle of nowhere for a week? I stood on the other side of the door as Tbag fiddled with the key in the lock. My body felt like it was going to shut down at any second, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into one of the beds and sleep. Tbag pushed the door open and slipped inside. I followed in behind him. As he flicked on the lights, my eyes widened at the complete dump that surrounded us. The carpeting was this bright orange that didn't match the pea green walls. The cheesy lamp was sitting on a desk in the center of the room, and I was too afraid to even step foot in the bathroom. The most shocking part was that there was only one bed. One of the smallest looking beds I have ever seen. Tbag dropped all of his bags onto the floor and pushed me forward towards the bathroom. God, I just prayed that he wasn't going to make me get into the shower.

The floor tiles on the bathroom alternated colors from light blue to tan, and everything else just didn't look pleasant at all. I turned around and Tbag was smirking at me. I folded my arms over my chest and looked down at the floor. This was going to be the part where he made me very, very afraid. He cocked his head to the side at me.

"You don't want to sleep in your dirty, bloody clothes do you?"

My eyes shot up to look at him. Was he proposing that I take my clothes off? Because I would rather sleep in these clothes than be next to Tbag in my undergarments. He chuckled at me and threw of one of the sacks in my direction, and I caught in awkwardly causing my shoulder much pain. I asked him what was inside it, but he slammed the door shut leaving me alone in the bathroom. I just listened to my own breathing for a while before I looked in the sack. I pulled out a pair of grey flannel shorts and a flimsy white tank top. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes before starting to undress myself. My jeans were fairly easy to pull off and I slid the shorts up onto my hips. My shirt was a bit more challenging. For one, I had very little shoulder movement and working my shirt off in the first place took me nearly a century. I promised myself that I was going to ask Tbag for help because that was probably exactly what he wanted. I settled with bending over forward so my hair was brushing against the floor. With the tank top resting on the toilet I reached my arms forward and carefully slid them through the shirt, and then in one swift movement I flipped my body upright causing the shirt to fall over the rest of my body. I laughed to myself realizing how ridiculous I must have looked completing that task, but hey it got the job done. I took a deep breath and reached out for the door.

Tbag was sitting in the middle of the bed reading some stupid pamphlet. I timidly walked out of the bathroom not really sure of where I was supposed to go. Tbag didn't even bring his eyes up to look at me before he was letting out a whistle.

"If that doesn't bring back memories of Fox River," he stated.

I kept my eyes on the carpet, but gave a small smile. Memories of my stay at the prison came flooding back, and it was a little shocking that my first reaction to those memories was to smile.

"We aren't really just going to stay here for a week are we?" I asked nervously.

He smiled at me like I just solved some sort of puzzle.

"Of course we aren't staying here for a week, but he doesn't know that. We are going to stay here tonight, maybe tomorrow and by the time he figures out who we are we will be long gone."

"Oh." Was all I could reply.

I glanced back up to Tbag who had moved over on the bed and was patting the spot right next to him inviting me to come over. My smile faded slightly, and my body tensed up. I really didn't want to sleep next to Tbag in such a tiny bed because I didn't trust his roaming hands. There was also that nagging part in the back of my mind, however, that thought it might be kind of nice to be next to Tbag while he was being kind, but as quickly as that thought sneaked into my mind I pushed it away and shook my head at Tbag.

"You can either cozy up to me Laneykins, or you sleep on the floor in the bathroom," he said with a warning tone.

I exhaled and slowly started to inch my way closer to the bed. I sat down on the very edge of the bed and brought my knees up to my chest. I sure as hell wasn't going to go to sleep while Tbag stayed awake because God knows what he would do to me in my sleep. Tbag had some sort of television show in Spanish on and I was focusing my eyes just on that show. My hands gripped tighter around my knees, and I wished I could just relax. Tbag shifted on the bed and I gasped as his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and pushed me onto my back on the bed. I stared up at him with wide eyes as he rolled onto his side and was leaning over me. This couldn't be happening, could it?

It was completely silent as both of our chests were rising and falling at the same time. I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, but didn't dare move a muscle. Tbag was going to have to make the first move. He smirked at me and leaned his face in towards mine.

"Go to sleep." He said.

He pulled himself off of me and rolled over onto his side to turn off the light. I quickly flipped onto my side so I was facing the opposite way of Tbag. It was pitch black in the room without any lights on and the dark definitely creeped me out. I curled myself up into the fetal position and forced my eyes shut trying to make sleep come.