I got out of the shower, drying my hair with the small towel from bathroom in the motel we were in.

After the long road chase we had, we finally lost the 'Hate Dominic' clan (which I'd gladly be a part of if it wasn't that they were after me too).

The fuel from the car we were in was getting low, so we stopped on the side of the highway before stealing someone else's car, while the couple who owned it were enjoying a picnic.

Dominic had gotten to the driver's seat before I did, and I had remembered to test my vocals by screaming at him for throwing me on the road, on the non romantic road trip we were having.

As we reached a motel in the distance, we reserved a room and I was the first to shower. In the shower, I just stared at the blood washing off me, and thought of everything that happened in these two days.

Dominic had hired a hit man to assassinate his brother, and Cole was hired to murder both of us on behalf of both high authorities, and it was because of something the both of us had done in the past.

They knew that she had done something three years ago, no matter how much she had tried to cover it up they had figured it out eventually, however they truly couldn't put Dominic to his end because of what he did to his brother all those years ago, right?

It was wasting a good assassin, and we did far worse things in life.

Everyone had secrets. And ours in this case, were costing us our lives.

I saw Dominic stood facing the window, and I threw the towel on the small radiator that wasn't even working before walking up to him.

The room was tiny, and it had a small bathroom attached to it, so it was enough for the both of us but wasn't very clean.

He was deep in thought, and I took the moment to take in his appearance. He had removed the maroon uniform and my top was still around his waist, but it was wet with blood. His sharp features were all combined to make a smoulder, and his eyes were searching for something, just it wasn't anything visible.

I didn't blame him : His brother basically kidnapped him and it was luck that got us out of there alive, and we found out that the people wanting to kill us were the ones that had our lives in their hands.

There was dried blood on his face, and a busted lip too.

But that wasn't what I was thinking about, it was that he had gotten those from the fight we both fought together. The one where he didn't leave me behind.

It wasn't much that he did, but it hit home differently. I guess that was my fear, being left behind.

I cleared my throat, averting my gaze.

"I'm done, you can go. But careful, there's a huge spider on the wall."

I don't know what happened next. It was the way he snapped out of the state he was in, but it was scary. The way he turned and looked at me, it made me shudder.

His eyes were open, and by open I mean I could read them. There was betrayal, fire, despair, hurt, anger, everything, and I could see it. It was like he was a different person, and he didn't look like the annoying prideful Dominic Hawke I knew anymore.

He looked like someone who had his heart broken while he tried to fix everything and everyone, and only ended up more broken than he already was. As if all his efforts were a waste no matter what he did or tried to do, and I understood.

Without a word, he turned and stormed off into the bathroom, and I was left silently stood where I was two minutes before. Those few minutes we stared at each other for felt like forever, as we both had spoken so much to one another, but hadn't said a word.

I was sat on the bed when he came out of the shower, and I was holding a first aid box that I got off the people downstairs.

"What's that?" Dominic broke the awkward silence, and I looked up, so deep in thought I didn't know he was there until he spoke.

He was normal now, his eyes unreadable, and I felt like even those two minutes we were open to one another were too much, it wasn't allowed.

"Erm, I got it from downstairs. It's an aid box."

"Did you pay for it? We don't have any money, Cole took all our things from us."

I smiled, then. "My charms paid off."

He laughed, "Hayley Williams has charms? Since when?"

I laughed, but I didn't find it offensive. And the way he laughed wasn't a fake sarcastic one either, I sensed relief for some weird reason.

"Well to be fair, I do have charms, but all I had to do was chat some emotion and tell him we had a minor accident on the way, so he gave me this. For free." I grinned, and he came and sat down at the end of the bed opposite me.

"Here, your shoulder first." I held out the bandages to him, and he took them.

"Thanks." And he removed his shirt.

Normal. Act normal.

I sat there for a couple of seconds before getting up, realising I was the most awkwardest person ever.

"We've got until morning, and we don't have clothes either, so here, I'll wash your shirt for you."

He looked at me, and then smiled.
"You sure?"
"Mm hmm." I gulped and took the shirt, walking off into the bathroom with a glance back at Dominic who was watching me.

I washed his shirt, squeezing all the blood out of it, and then put it on the radiator as I walked back into the room. I saw that he was trying to clean his stomach wound, and I also saw that he wasn't doing a very good job, which annoyed me.

"Give me that." I sat down next to him and took the box off him, taking out the antiseptic wipes.

Only then did I realise how close we were sat. Why was I being so weird? It was probably so normal for him, and here I was having a mini heart attack that I was too close to him and his jaw-dropping body.

My top was on the floor, and I saw his stab wound up close. It was bad, but I was used to cleaning this stuff up all the time.

"He went deep, didn't he?" I asked, not looking him in the eye but kept my eyes down at the wound.

"Yeah." He winced as I cleaned it for him, and then took out the needle and thread to stitch it up for him.

I looked at him, and he was just looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face, so I quickly just looked back down.

"Do you want to get into a more comfortable place for this bit?" I nervously asked, and he nodded, getting up and sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed.

I had to sit inbetween his legs so I could stitch him up, and I could practically hear his heartbeat racing as I moved forward to do so.

"You know, you seemed very relieved when I came back for you back there." He spoke, and I let out an exasperated laugh.

"Well, you should've seen the amount of people I was getting attacked by. It was a relief to know there was someone there. Don't you flatter yourself"

I felt as he shook with laughter, so I poked him slightly with the needle and his eyes widened but he was still laughing.

"What was that for?"
"You're laughing at me" I whined, finishing the stitch and he bit his lip.
"No, I'm not. I just found what you said funny."
"Why?" I whispered, I didn't know why I did but my voice only managed to come out like that.
He stopped laughing and stared me in the eye.

"Because I saw the way you looked at me. It was... like you were scared."

The stitch was finished, so I began moving back and saying something like "What? No" but he caught at my arm.

"Hey. It's okay, you don't have to tell me." Dominic shrugged, and I stayed where I was, not looking at him while his eyes were searching me.

"Then why did you ask?" My voice was so quiet I wondered if he even heard me, but he did, he was just taking time before he answered.

"I was just making sure. You have this mask on you at all times it's hard to tell when you're actually just being dumb or faking it to cover something."

Wow. I had nothing to say.
But that was impossible for me, so I had to speak.

"Heh, that's the same with you."
"Then ask me anything."

I finally looked at him, and his eyes were readable, his hand still on my arm.

"Why did you throw me in the middle of the road?"

But he wasn't budging. Or smiling. He was serious, and he wanted to talk to me.

"Fine. But I need to re-stitch my stomach and stitch up my thigh that guy practically sliced off too."

"I'll do it for you. "
"It's okay, I'll do it." I awkwardly laughed, but he shook his head.

"You did it for me, I'll do it for you." He reached to get the box while I removed my top and put it on the side.

He wiped the wound and undid the open stitches that weren't helping, and my breath was hitched in my throat as there was hardly a gap between us.

However, there was something about him that made me feel comfortable not having a top on. He wasn't looking at anything other than the stitch, and I was grateful for that.

I may have been the baddest care-free bitch around, but I had insecurities, and although we were both shirtless, I didn't mind.

"Why did you hire that guy to kill Cole?"

Dominic's lips were now in a thin line, and he looked up at me for a second before going back to the wound.

"I've hated him ever since everything happened. And I wasn't ready to forgive him, not even after all those years, because everything that I am and how fucked up my life is right now, was because of what he did.

If I'm being completely honest, I knew Cole was looking for me. The Base were the ones who told me, they'd know if their one of the top assassins were being tracked by someone, and they did.

So, I hired a guy to go after him, not even to kill him but to scare him off so he can get the idea that I didn't want him back, and he got the idea good.

I'm actually suprised he heard me on the phone with the hit man, except I think he stormed off before I had to remind the lad that I didn't want him killed.

I'm not a bad guy." He ended, and I smiled to myself.

We were silent for a few minutes until he finished the stitches on my stomach, and he helped me to turn and sit with my back on the board too, next to him.

As he did, my hair came in front of my face, and I moved it back to see that he was awkwardly picking at his nail, and remembered that I hadn't said anything in response to his rant.

"I know." Was all I said, and his head shot up.
"What?"
"I know you're not a bad guy. You've proven it. I mean, excluding the times when you threw me in the road, kidnapped me and nearly killed me several times."

He burst out laughing, and he laughed for a while before taking a deep breath.
"Well let's talk about you now. Wait, shall I start with the time you blew my house up or when you tried grilling me with the machine gun?"

It was my turn to laugh, and I quickly stitched my thigh up telling him not to look and I covered my legs with the duvet as I couldn't put my pants back on.

"What went through your mind when you thought I left you behind?"

Now with the way we were sat, we weren't looking at each other but ahead, as we were sat together, our shoulders touching.

I cleared my throat.
Just do it.

"Well... I've been left behind before, so when I saw that you weren't there I felt like mentally slapping myself.

Like, we hate each other, what made me think you'd come back for me? You had to kill me, so leaving me there would've done your job, right?"

I felt his gaze on me, so I quickly continued.

"Whenever I've gotten close to someone in the past, whether that's talking to them for a couple of weeks or opening up to them, I'd get attached really quickly. So when they'd diss me or chat shit about me, it'd hurt. Like a lot.

And when my boyfriend had left me for my best friend, I fell into depression because it wasn't the only thing that was going on with me.

A lot of people in my life left me, and when my dad was murdered, I was angry that someone took him away from me just because he was the only one that would never leave me.

When I started being this person, I had to learn to leave people and things and places behind, so at the beginning because I'd get attached way too quick, I wasn't used to it but then I got used to it and was fine.

A lot has happened in these seven years, and today, when you disappeared, I don't know why, even though we're not on the best of terms, but I didn't think you'd leave me.

I did, at the beginning, but after the time we'd spent in the cell, and everything after, I guess I was expecting to get out together.

That's the thing with me, I don't expect things from people, I just joke around, even when I'm serious, because I don't want people to think they have an advantage and I don't give it to them by opening up either.

But I did expect today, and it just brought back memories, because for the first time in a long while, I was the one being left behind."

I took a deep, long, nervous breath before turning to look at Dominic as I just realised that I opened up to him, and now I had the burden on me that he knew a bit about me.

It scared the hell out of me, even though it was a little bit.

"I understand that. I do, believe me I do." He spoke, and I nodded.

WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOD?!

I think he noticed that I was getting awkward fast, so he smiled and put the duvet over his legs.

"Well, I won't leave you. And I won't tell anyone what you just told me, only if you don't, because I have no idea why, but I told you, and I trust that you'll keep it to yourself. "

I was speechless.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Dom. We'll have to kill each other one day." I laughed, and moved a little down, closing my eyes.

We were half sat up, half laying down, and it was a little weird that we didn't argue over sleeping on the bed, but we were comfortable.

"Who said I said promise?" I sensed him smiling, but I was too tired to say anything other than:

"I hate you, Allistair."

And from beside me I heard him say,
"I hate you too, Fiona."

I smiled, but that was all before I fell asleep.  It was a tiring couple of days, and as much as I would hate to say that I was glad he was with me, it was true.

DOMINIC'S POV

She fell asleep, and I was glad she had her eyes closed, because if she had seen me smiling then, I was scared she'd see that I was totally gone for.

She was annoying, but she was different.

I finally slept, but after a while, and she had gradually ended up putting her head on my shoulder, thereafter I fell asleep. And I hadn't slept peacefully in so long like how I did for them few hours.

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