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Chapter 2

I had always been known for my excellent conversational skills. The remainder of the ride to my place was silent. Probably better that way, as I was still having vision problems, and needed no distractions.

By the time we arrived, my silent passenger had changed positions in her seat three or four times.

"You can come in if you want," I stated awkwardly when I cut the engine. I opened the car door to the downpour once more. As I made my way to the front of my house, I thought of how alike this was to my situation with Marie.

Marie.

The name brought pain.

I came out here to avoid exactly that kind of pain. I lived how I wanted, and did what I wanted. If that wasn't a cure to feeling like shit, I don't know what is. I no longer harbour pain.

When I was inside, I veered off to the right, into the laundry room. I heard the door shut as I fished around in the dryer. I one-handedly tossed a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt at my guest. She looked at the items in her hands, confused.

"You want me to wear your clothes?" She asked flatly.

I was already heading for the kitchen.

"Not only my clothes, but clothes fresh from the dryer. Treasure that, kid, most wouldn't get clean ones." I smirked, my back to her, as I opened the fridge.

When I heard no answer, I turned back in her direction, my beer in hand. She was examining the pants.

"I can take them back, if you prefer your wet ones." Her only reply was a disgusted look. I turned to my left and pointed to the bathroom. "Building facilities." She marched in the direction of my gesture and I caught the sound of the lock following the slam of the door.

I set my beverage on the table, headed back to the laundry room, and proceeded to strip out of my own wet clothes, my mind wandering.

Dammit. It was almost exactly Marie when I first met her. Just as cautious, just as cold. But yet there was something very different about her. What am I running, a childcare center? There must be a flashing sign on my head that says, "Come bother me, I take care of teenagers!"

I shrugged off the thoughts with my clothes, throwing them to the floor.

I sat heavily on one of the couches, and flipped through the endless shit that was on the television. Nothing good on this late. Ever. We all knew the weather, I wasn't in the mood for porn, and soap operas made me want to heave the set across the room.

I growled in frustration as I shut it off, chucked the remote at the light switch, and sat enveloped in the darkness I had created.

One hell of a night. Went to town for some vodka, nearly hit a deer on the way home, which turned out to be a girl, so I bring her home and give her clothes. The bathroom door opened, and I heard her step out into the living room. I watched as she made her way in the shadows and found the couch opposite mine. After she sat down, I spoke.

"I'm right here,"

"I know."

Just thought I would let her know. Didn't want to scare her, in case I decided to move anytime soon.

"What do I call you?" I clumsily asked, after several empty moments.

"Adrianne." This was followed my more swallows of my beer before I replied.

"Logan."

More emptiness.

"What were you doing outside in the rain?" This, I actually wanted to know. Unless things changed, I assumed that during a storm people normally stayed inside.

"Running." The word was so irritatingly simple.

"From what?" She took her time with her response.

"Just running."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen." She looked at least twenty, when I had seen her in the light. At least she was legal. The silence continued until my beer was gone. At this point, I pulled a blanket from behind me on the back of my couch and tossed it at her.

"There is nothing valuable to steal, except maybe the TV, unless you really want the dead plant in the corner. This is assuming you'll make it out of the house without being heard. Help yourself to any other blankets you can find." I said this on the way to my room upstairs, leaving her to tackle the darkness alone.

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