Street pulled the car into the familiar apartment complex. It was quiet in the car park and street found a couple of empty spaces next to each other. He leaned over to double check that Chris was still asleep and once he was certain of it he locked the car and ran, two steps at a time, up to Chris apartment. He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. He left it ajar before heading back to the car to collect Chris. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he approached the car and found her right where he left her.
She was properly out cold now and even though she was thinner he found it difficult to lift her into his arms from the seat - she was a dead weight. He did a little jump once she was in his arms to reposition her and her face slid into the crook of his neck. He could feel her breath tickling his bare neck with her steady outwards breaths.
He used his hip to close the truck door before heading up the steps taking them much more carefully this time. He stepped into Chris's apartment feeling at least some satisfaction that she was back where she belonged. When he'd taken on the rent five months ago it was out of desperation. He couldn't admit that she was gone and needed somewhere that kept her alive for him. Throughout the many, many visits he made during those five months he never once imagined she would ever be back here, breathing and in his arms.
Placing Chris on the sofa he took a moment to watch her peaceful. She was on the sofa that he had spent nights on unwilling to leave the comfort of being wrapped up in her belongings and smell. As he went back to close the front door he thought about his broken self, the tears, guilt and self-hatred. This was a second chance for both of them. He just needed her to see it.
Crap, he thought remembering the groceries he'd purchased for their lock in this morning sitting in his truck. Looking at Chris he wondered is he would have time to return her truck and retrieve his. Sighing he lifted her up and took her through to her bedroom. There's noway that they could stay here without food and it was best to go now while she was out cold rather than later when she could attempt an escape. He knew how good she was at those.
He placed her on the bed, dust and her scent rose from the sheets. As he watched the dusk settle he realised he should have changed them before putting her in here. It was too late now and he didn't have a lot of time. He pulled his handcuffs from his back pocket and enclosed one of her boney wrists in one side. Trying not to think he pulled both her arms over her head, threaded the other cuff through the head board before securing it on the other wrist.
He didn't look back as he left the room, he went straight to Chris 'man draw' was the only way he could think to describe the over flowing mess he had found in there. Street rummaged through it and pulled the duck tape out when he found it. He found the end while returning back to Chris's room and bent over wrapping layer after layer around her ankles on top of her cargo pants.
His head was screaming at him that this was a bad idea. He didn't want to do this, but he had to have her back and this was the only way he could see it working. He'd gotten his far and he had to see his plan through so he tore off a last piece of tape. He hoovered, not wanting to put it in place. His hands shook a little as he placed the tape over her lips. He ran from the room, out of her apartment, down the stairs and into the truck.
He sped back across town daring himself to go just the right speed to be as fast as possible without drawing attention to himself. It was lunch time by the time Street arrived back at his truck and it was starting to get busier with people heading out for a bite. He hit the steering wheel with frustration as he re-circled the area where he had parked his truck for the second time. There were no spaces. He was wasting time. He continued further down the road, eventually finding a space. If he ran he thought, it might only be five minutes from his truck.
He parked not so neatly in the space and left the keys in the ignition as he jumped out onto the road. A car beeped him for opening his door in front of him, but Street didn't care. He just prayed she wasn't awake yet. He ran, dodging pedestrians on the sidewalk as he went.
Flustered he unlocked his truck and threw his keys in the ignition setting the air-conditioning to full blast as he pulled out of the space. His truck has been sat in the sun and it was sweltering inside. Already sweaty from his run he panted regaining his breath as droplets of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
Again he took the stairs two at a time. The air-conditioning had done little to cool him down and he could feel the heat radiating off his face as he slid the key into the latch. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he twisted it to let him in. Everything was quite. He hoovered carefully on the threshold looking around to see if anything had been touched.
Hey, sorry for the long delay I've been in Mexico and our hotel got hit with lightening on the third day and I lost wifi.
Need a bit help with the next chapter I'm super stuck on whether Chris will have woken up or not when Street returns! I just can't chose either way. Please help!
