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My eyes drifted open as I woke up the next morning. I was no longer on the bathroom floor but in a big, comfy bed. The sheets, blanket, and pillows were all white around me and I noticed that I was in white shorts and a tank top. I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked around trying to figure out where I was. I definitely wasn't in the hotel because this room was too nice. There was just one king sized bed in the middle of the room surrounded my empty picture frames. I brought my arm up on top of my hair and noticed my shoulder was no longer hurting either. I heard water running and turned my head to see the door shut to a room with the light on. I assumed it was the bathroom. I climbed off of the bed and slowly started making my way over to the door. My heart was pounding heavy in anticipation for who would be behind that door. I reached out my hand to open the door when the door flew open in front of me revealing a familiar face.

Tbag was standing in the doorway with two hands and he was shirtless. My mouth started to dry up and I tried to not stare at Tbag's chest. He looked like he was surprised to see me out of bed, but he grinned at me anyway. I felt my face starting to blush with Tbag's eyes on me and I felt something inside of me that I had never felt before. Tbag flicked the bathroom light off and started to move over to where I was standing.

"Good morning sweet Laneykins." he said softly.

I smiled at him and opened my mouth to say something, but he silenced me by grabbing my face and pressing his lips onto my mine. His other hand snaked around my lower back and held me firmly against his body. I found myself smiling against his lips and wrapping my arms around his neck. He hadn't shaved in a few days and the stubble on his chin was tickling my face. He lifted me up into the air and moved backwards to lie me down back on the bed. He moved over me with his hands on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me again. I titled my head to the side to allow him better access and ran my hands up and down his chest. I was caught a little off guard when Tbag broke the kiss and moved his hands across my shoulders.

I pouted my lips a little because I wanted to go back to kissing. He moved his hand over my throat and started to apply pressure. I opened my mouth to try and catch my breath, but Tbag only squeezed harder blocking off all air flow. I frantically looked around the room trying to find anything to help me and I noticed that the bed sheets and pillows had changed from white to black. It was a terrifying shade of black that made me feel like I was dying. The picture frames around the room had also changed and now the glass in them had shattered. I turned my attention back to Tbag as I felt the life leaving my body. He smiled at me and leaned down towards my face.

"I love you." he spoke softly.

I closed my eyes and found myself smiling. Because I loved him too and everything that was happening was ok because nothing else mattered. I let out one final gasp of air before I slipped away.

I gasped for air as I sat myself up in the middle of the bathroom floor. The towel had slipped away from my body and the cold air pricked my skin. My chest still felt tight as though Tbag really had been choking me. I lifted my hands to feel my throat and chest. Wait a minute, I lifted my hands! I brought my hands in front of my face and turned them over several times to examine them. There were deep red marks around my wrists where the cuffs had been and it hurt to move them, but otherwise they were ok. Tbag must have been in here during the night and took off the cuffs. I quickly brought my hands up to my mouth and took the towel out of my mouth. My throat was so dry it felt like I had been drinking sand.

I crawled over to the sink and turned on the water letting it run over my face and into my mouth. I gulped down the water like it was my job and it soaked the ends of my hair. My chest was heaving up and down when I finally turned the water off and I fell backwards onto my butt. I was staring up at the ceiling and I wondered if Tbag knew if I was awake. I figured it was a good sign that he hadn't come storming in here yet. Then I noticed that I could take a shower. I bit my lip unsure if I really wanted to take a shower with what just happened with Tbag. He would be furious if he tried to get in and I had the door locked so I would have to put a little trust that Tbag wouldn't try to hurt me.

It didn't take long for me to shimmy out of my underwear and take my bra off. I had stepped in the shower and had the water running in record time. I turned my head facing the floor and was letting the steamy water run down my back. My entire body was sore and I felt like I could collapse at any second. I used the hotel provided shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair and the tiny bar of soap to attempt to wash off my body. I don't think it would ever feel clean after last night. I felt like I was scrubbing my skin raw, but I could still smell him on me. I opened my mouth and let some of the water into my mouth to gargle and spit on some of Tbag's blood from where I bit his tongue. The thought of his tongue in my mouth was enough to make me gag. Although I seemed to be enjoying it in my dream though. I'm not saying it didn't feel nice in my dream and those feelings were coming from somewhere, I just never thought I would have a sexual relationship with Tbag. It was too weird.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel snugly around my body. After stepping onto the cold tile, I noticed the summer dress hanging on the back of the door. I took that as a hint that Tbag wanted me to wear this today and a chill went through me at realizing that at some point he had come in here without my knowledge. I had no idea what his plans were for the day and where he was planning on taking me, but I assumed it had to be some place nice if he wanted me to get dressed up. The thought sent nervous butterflies through my stomach and I quickly dried off and slipped the dress over my head. I will never know how Tbag new my measurements but every time he bought me clothing it always fit perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror and the bruising was almost completely vanished and thankfully he didn't do anything to me last night that would cause noticeable damage. My only injury left was my shoulder, which he effectively made worse. I flipped my head over and shook out my hair to give it some curl before stepping out of the bathroom.

I slipped on the flats waiting outside the door and Tbag was standing outside of the room with all of our stuff already loaded in the car. I had forgotten that we wouldn't be staying at this motel any more. I was glad to get out of this place. Hopefully we would be heading somewhere where Tbag could act more normally. In the back of my mind I had a feeling my entire definition of 'normal' had changed for good. I stepped outside and noticed how nice Tbag looked dressed up in this suit. He looked me up and down, smiled, and ushered me over to the car.

The car ride was silent through the town. After all, not much could be said after last night. I tried to take one last look at all of the places we saw during our stay here. My heart dropped a little when we drove past that parking lot where everything took a turn for the worst. I wondered if those bodies had even been discovered yet and what the poor families would think. Tbag turned the car down a road I was unfamiliar with. I glanced through the window and I saw a small train station at the edge of town. I never thought Tbag would be taking us here because we wouldn't be able to ride a train as a fugitive and a hostage, but he pulled right up into the parking lot. One of the train's whistles blew in the background and Tbag smiled as he started to get out of the car. I silently opened my door to follow him but he turned around and told me to stay put and that he wouldn't take long. I slumped back in my seat but wasn't willing to argue with him.

Tbag moved back to the trunk and pulled out the bag of money and started walking towards the front door. It was starting to get hotter in the car and I was getting very nervous. Was Tbag planning on getting on the train and he was just going to leave me here? The thought made me a little angry. What was the whole point of taking me in the first place if he was just going to dump me off later? What was the fucking point of ripping all of my clothes off and nearly raping me if he was just going to dump me off? I hit the dash of the car hard with my hand and then cried out because it hurt. Sometimes I really hated the effect that Tbag had on me. One minute it was all smiles and butterflies, and the next it was tears and making me injure my hand. It was this reason I don't think I could ever have a future with Tbag...too many ups and downs (and the downs obviously tended to be dangerous!)But, there would always be that part of me that hoped that good part of Tbag could win the battle against his dark side.

I was so caught up in my own confused thoughts that I didn't see Tbag exit the station until he nearly reached the car. I had to keep the goofy grin from spreading across my face when I realized that he hadn't abandoned me. He was now moving at a faster pace and the bag of money was nowhere in sight. The only thing in his hand was a few of the biggest and brightest sunflowers I had ever seen. His face was lit up in a way that I had rarely seen and he just looked plain old happy. Those butterflies started fluttering in my stomach again at the thought of those flowers being for me and Tbag being so happy because of me.

I looked at my appearance in the mirror and my face fell a little with how my hair was turning out. I gave it a quick shake before Tbag slid back into the car. I turned my face quickly in his direction and gave him a cheesy smile. He raised his eyebrows at me and thought by my facial expression that I had done something to make him angry. I just kept on smiling until I creeped him out long enough and he started the car and drove off. I was cursing myself in my head for acting like such an idiot. A let out a frustrated huff and threw my head into the back of the seat. Tbag was tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel and humming a tune to himself. He was acting so differently that it frightened me slightly. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but was afraid that his demeanor would change. I would quickly look at him then look out the window, then glance back at him, but he never acknowledged me.

I glanced over to the back seat where the flowers were resting. If he was meaning to give those to me, then why was he waiting? I bit my lip nervously imagining that he was going to wait to give them to me when we were in public and I would get so embarrassed. My heart started to pound so hard I was sure that Tbag could hear it. What if Tbag was waiting for tonight to profess his feelings for me and I was suppossed to answer him? What if he wanted to apologize for hurting me last night. My hands were shaking in my lap at the thought of what I might say. I think I was most afraid that I would agree with Tbag about my feelings. I was nearly ready to have an anxiety attack when we drove through the next town.

My imagination had gotten the best of me and I was now onto the day dream of Tbag proposing to me (what had I been smoking?) Tbag suddenly tensed up at the wheel and I could tell he was getting nervous. This must be the place he was taking me. I strained my eyes as far as they could see through the window, but I didn't any sort of restaurant or place he could take me. He turned down a road that was just filled with houses. Now I was confused and had absolutely no idea what was going on. I just hoped that Tbag didn't do anything to extreme like bought us a house or something. We were nearing the end of the road and if Tbag didn't pick a house then we were going to have to turn around. Finally, he pulled the car over to the side of the road and was staring ahead to this one house in particular. It felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. Tbag reached over his shoulder and grabbed a hold of the flowers. My hands were starting to tingle, but I couldn't feel anything in this moment through my nerves.

"Laneykins." he started to say as he held out the flowers to me.

I didn't know what to do so I just kept my hands folded in my lap and trying to keep myself calm. I wanted to wait to see what Tbag had to say before I flipped out and did something stupid.

"I need you to take these flowers to that house over there." he said in almost a command.

My face fell a little. Were the flowers not really for me? Maybe it was part of the game and when I took them there the surprise would be waiting for me. I wrapped my hands around the flowers causing me to brush up against Tbag's hands. I hope he didn't notice that I was shaking.

"Knock on the door, and when she answers tell her that you want to sell them to her. I will be right behind you."

My heart sunk clear to my chest. I was to take the flowers to 'her'. I didn't even know who this girl was, and she was the reason he was so dressed up and bought the flowers for. Now I really felt like an idiot. Tbag was looking at me waiting for some kind of response.

"Is that why you took me and brought me along? To help you with some other woman!" I snapped. "And after everything last night you expect me to help you!"

Tbag knitted his eyebrows together angrily at my back talk. He also looked slightly confused at my outburst.

"With the nice dress and the flowers, I thought..." I said but couldn't even finish my thought.

I was beyond embarrassed at this point. Try total humiliation. I snatched the flowers away from Tbag and stormed out of the car. I shut my eyes tightly. I was such an idiot for the way I acted, and now Tbag probably thought I was a nutcase for thinking he actually had feelings for me or was sorry for what he did. My fists were clenched together so tightly I thought I was going to draw blood. I walked right up the side walk and was paying no attention to see if Tbag was even behind me. I didn't care. The thought crossed my mind to when this 'woman' opened the door to shove the flowers down her throat. I could probably kick her ass even with my hurt shoulder, but then I would have to face the wrath of Tbag. I looked up at the house. I gritted my teeth at how cute this place looked. There was a nice little flower bed and a nice little porch swing once you went up the steps. My eyes looked all around the house and the yard, and stopped right in front of the steps. My eyes widened and I turned around to glance back at Tbag. He was a few paces behind me, but one look at my face made him practically start to run. He stopped right beside and took one look at the for sale sign in the front yard. Now that I thought about it, this place did look a little deserted.

Tbag grabbed me by the elbow and started leading me towards the house. Great, now he was going to get pissed off and take it out on the only person around. (Oh yeah, that would be me.) We moved up the steps and Tbag pulled on the door. Lucky for him it was unlocked. The door flew open and we slowly moved inside. Part of me was terrified that there were going to be dead bodies in this house, but frankly it just looked deserted. I mean there was still furniture and a few appliances around, but no people. Whoever used to live here left in a hurry. Their mail was still on the floor. Tbag lifted it up and started going through it. I leaned in over to his shoulder to see the name 'Susan'. My eyes widened, that is who we were going to visit? The woman that turned him into the police. I figured he would want to kill her not bring her flowers. Speaking of, Tbag ripped the flowers out of my hands and started moving into the other room. There was a single chair in the middle of the room and he slumped down into it pouting. I watched him from the hallway by the door, and he wasn't moving a muscle.

I suddenly found myself smiling and twirling in a circle. Something inside me was happy that Susan wasn't home to meet Tbag. Not that I was jealous or anything, but I was glad she wasn't around. I kept on smiling until I looked back over at Tbag. He was still sitting in that chair, but his head was turned to the side. The look on his face made me feel as though I would never be happy again. He was really upset by this, and not the kind of upset that he got when he missed the chance of killing someone. He must have really cared about this place for him to get so upset. And here I was dancing in the hall way like a nut instead of talking to him. I started to move further into the room, but he left the chair and started stalking towards the kitchen. I thought that maybe he just needed some time to himself.

He was clenching the flowers extremely hard, and I jumped when he started bashing them against the counter. The golden petals were flying everywhere and Tbag wasn't stopping. I hurried over to the kitchen and stood in front of him. I grabbed onto his wrist holding the flowers trying to make him stop with one hand and grabbed his other wrist with my other hand. He stopped moving and we were just staring each other down. I don't know what happened during our silent confrontation, but Tbag relaxed and dropped his forehead down towards mine. I immediately let go of his wrists and gave him a smirk. He regained his composure and smirked back then turned to leave the kitchen. I couldn't see in front of him because of his body frame, but if I had I still probably couldn't have changed what happened next. That for sale sign out in the yard came crashing down on top of Tbag's head knocking him the floor unconscious. I stared in shock as the blood was oozing from his forehead. I started to move towards him, but Bellick was blocking my path. He was grinning evilly at me.

"How's it going, Agent Collins?"