Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
Run – Chapter 3
Login to add story to favorites
(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5)You need to be a registered member to rate this post.
Loading ...
Kenzi and Lauren had the entire floor to themselves. The largest room of the flat was the library, complete with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a book ladder that encircled the room on tracks. The flat came fully furnished and thankfully, the beds were roomy and new. For Lauren, it was heaven and she argued it made for a better hideout—they could come and go as they pleased without having to pass through a lobby full of people. Then there had been the night terrors—the real reason they had to find a place of their own. Lauren’s ear-splitting dead-of-night screaming fits in her sleep could have roused all of London and brought hotel security to their door on several occasions. Kenzi made up a new lie every time: Spicy Indian. She’s on her period. Dementia. Or her favorite, she has no colon. Think about that, Dude. Kenzi would say anything to make Security leave fast so she could go back to take care of Lauren. These harsh dreams were new, and something Lauren dismissed as an emotional side effect of leaving Bo and any hope of a relationship with her, behind.
After they transferred to the flat, Kenzi slept the sleep of the dead. The night terrors weren’t the only way Kenzi was stirred awake. Sometimes it was the soft voice of her friend. Get up mouse, Lauren would say, hoping to coax a smile both of them knew would not come. They strolled the little villages dotting the Thames in search of food, nurturing their hunger and the young seeds of friendship. Every night they’d walk and every night would end with at least one of them drunk and both of them in tears. Aren’t we a pair, Lauren would say. To which Kenzi would laugh, I’m never getting laid again. That’s how it had been for months. This afternoon, with the bracing winds sending thick ripples of water against the windowpanes, the flat felt the opposite of summer. Kenzi had had weeks of soggy weather and wanted to burst from her skin. It was books and books and draperies and books and generous helpings of get me the hell out of here.
”Tell me, Doc, in your professional opinion, which hurts worse: a broken leg or a broken heart?”
Lauren looked up to see Kenzi swinging haphazardly from the library ladder, hanging from one elbow and with one leg threaded onto one of the steps like a monkey. ”You keep that up and you’ll be our first test case. That thing’s pretty old, I’d be careful.”
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
omg yes you can kenzi go home now before its to late this was great I love how evony was dark right to the end.