Wanderlust

6- The Run

I hate how short this is and I appologize in advance, but I'm not feeling good today [again] so I hope this is at least a little bit okay. </3

“Police!” Bang! Bang! Bang! “Open up!”

I was woken up to loud shouting and banging coming from outside of the door. At first, I thought it was Valerie, waking me up for another meeting or a lecture on something unimportant, just like most mornings. But then, I actually heard their words and realized that it wasn’t my terrible sister, and that was because I wasn’t even in my room at the moment. I was in a motel room with a felon in the bed beside me. And there were police at the door. I was sleeping beside a felon with police at the door, furiously hammering their fists into the poor wooden door.

Shit.

The realization hit me hard and I sprang out of the uncomfortable bed that I was laying in, running over to where Thomas was still sleeping, I have no idea how he was still sleeping, though, with all of the noise that the police were making.

“Thomas!” I hissed, violently shaking him awake as I began to panic and realize that I was about to rot in prison when they open that door.

“Wha?” He grumbled into the pillow.

“Open the door or we’ll break it down!” The police outside yelled in a demanding tone.

His eyes widened with realization of the terrifying situation and jolted to his feet.

“Bathroom, there’s a window in there.” I whispered, pushing him towards the bathroom door. “I’m coming!” I yelled out to the officers.

I watched as Thomas practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and I heard it lock. When I deemed it safe to open the door, I shakily moved towards the motel door and when I opened it, there were two angry-looking police offers with their scary baton things drawled and ready for battle.

I jumped back with a startled fright. “Oh my goodness!” I shrieked, feigning shock, but the fear was true because I was terrified. They were going to arrest us both and then I was going to rot in Ohio jail. “Did I d-do something?” I asked innocently.

“Are you alone?” One of them demanded, marching past me and into the room.

“No,” I admitted. “I’m with my boyfriend, he’s in the bathroom, though. What’s this about?”

“We got a tip that Thomas Jackals was here last night.” The other one informed me, he was bald unlike the other one who had a full head of graying brown hair, just as we heard the shower turn on in the bathroom.

“Thomas Jackals… I have no idea who that is.” I played dumb. “Maybe Henry knows something about it. You can wait until he comes out of the shower to speak with him if you’d like.” Man, I was a fabulous liar, it was almost scary, really.

“We need to search the premises, ma’am.” The bald officer demanded in a gruff, I-mean-business tone.

My stomach was bubbling with nerves as I subtlety slipped my shoes on and forced a nervous smile on my face. “Search away, I just need to wait until Harry is out of the shower and we’ll be out of here.”

The one with hair looked at me with raised eyebrows and they both perked up at my sentence. “I thought you said your boyfriend’s name was Henry.” He mentioned with a hard scowl. These police officers sure were scary, especially with those baton things in their hands.

“What?” I asked in confusion. Did I really say that? Okay, so maybe I wasn’t the best liar of all liars. I mean, who can’t just make up a name and then stick with that name for more than once?