"In my hour of darkness she is standing right infront of me..." -The Beatles

You were sitting next to me, we were in my room. You were giggling at something I had said, maybe... No, the room was filled with smoke, a joint was in between my index and middle finger. Your hair encased your face, you looked surreal. You looked at me with the same look you had when we were in the rain. Then, you leaned towards me, and--

I woke up, my heart beating a little faster than usual. I looked around to see where I was, at first, not recognizing what was happening. Then, I remembered everything. The murder, the gas station... You were driving, one hand on the wheel and the other touching my thigh. It was dark. The windows were rolled down, the wind whipping your hair around. Shit, you were hot.

"Have a good nap?" you asked. You turned your head to look at me, and you grinned.

"Eyes on the road, Ocean," was all I said.

You looked back at the road and we pulled into a shitty looking motel in the middle of nowhere. Literally, in the deep eeriness of a fucking forest. I had no idea which city we were in, let alone which state. You parked crooked and turned off the engine.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"We need a place to sleep, don't we?"

I said nothing. You smirked.

"Don't worry, Timmy, we're not gonna get caught. I know the people here. My uncle owns this place. Cousins and family friends are the staff."

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. You laughed, perhaps at my facial expression with how nervous I looked, because I was undoubtedly scared shitless. Before I fell asleep in the car, I'd had time to think about it. We'd get caught. I'd be arrested, probably. Sent to jail. I could kiss my future goodbye.

You opened the door and got out of the car. I followed.

--

"Océane!" called a deep voice. I turned in the direction of the noise to meet a greasy looking man. He hugged you, kissing both of your cheeks, then grabbing your face to get a good look at you. The man was sweaty and puffy looking. He had an enormous beer belly and a meaty nose. An alcoholic, I thought. "Oh! Look how gorgeous you are!"

"Uncle Tim, this is Timothy."

Oh, lovely. The guy had the same fucking name as me.

"Timothy!" he said, elongating the 'y'. "This your new boyfriend?"

You looked at me, winked, and said, "Yes! Isn't he just lovely?"

"Well, I did like Dave a little better. Ha! Just kidding!" He hit my arm a little too roughly and scruffed up my hair. "Dave was her abusive ex. An asshole. Enchanté, Timothy."

Uncle Tim gripped my hand and squeezed it so hard, the motherfucker cut my circulation. I felt my knuckles crack.

Before I could say anything, he gave us the keys to our room.

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

I glanced at you, hoping you'd come up with a smart answer. God knows I can't.

"It's our anniversary," you said.

You grabbed my arm and hugged it close, kissing me on the cheek. I felt my face go hot.

"Ah, well, have fun, kids! Use a condom."

"I think he trusts you too much," I said as you pulled me into the motel room. There was one bed and a mini fridge. The floor was carpeted with a dirty rug and the walls were coated with a piss-yellow paint, which was chipping away. You exhaled a long breath, one I didn't think you were holding in.

You fell back on the bed and hugged a pillow to your chest. Your hair spread across the bed, each lock, each strand, perfect. You looked like a goddess.

"So, Dave, huh?"

You looked up at me and something in your eyes shifted. Shit.

"What about him?" you said. I immediately regretted it. You looked uneasy, and the tone in your voice sounded defensive. I'd touched a sore spot.

"He... He was abusive?" I asked. I cringed at myself. Why the fuck was I still going with this Dave thing?

You nodded slowly. "It doesn't matter though, it's over with... Don't feel bad or anything."

"Why didn't you report him?"

"Can we not talk about it?"

"Did he hurt you that badly?"

"Timmy, I said I don't want to talk about it."

The frustration was evident in your voice but I couldn't stop myself. Curiosity and eagerness peaked inside of me. I needed to know.

"It's not good to keep things in--" I said.

"I took care of it! It's fine," you said through gritted teeth.

The sudden anger in your voice turned me off. I didn't push on.

You looked tired and defeated. I watched you shove your hand into your pocket and pull out a joint.

"Want one?" you asked softly. I'd never heard your voice like that - so delicate and innocent, like I could break you if I did so much as call you a name. It wasn't a good look on you. I shook my head. "You'll need it," you insisted. "It'll take the edge off."

Fuck it, fine. I took the joint and pressed it to my lips, leaning the end of it into you so you could light it for me. I took a long drag and held it at the back of my throat until I felt a burning sensation. I exhaled slowly. You lit yours and placed the lighter on the bedside table.

"You've smoked before." You grinned.

"Of course I have, who do you take me for?"

"A prude." You chuckled.

I let out a laugh, but the laugh wouldn't stop, it just kept spilling out of me like an overflowing fountain.

"Geez, wasn't that funny." You smirked, standing and opening the window. It had started pouring. The clouds were thick and black. You looked out into the evening sky, leaning against the window sill, and I don't know if it was the drugs or the lack of sleep but in that moment the only thing that seemed to matter to me was making sure you were okay. It's cheesy as shit, but fuck it, I was falling for you.

I walked over and leaned on the window sill next to you, looking at you, taking in the details of your face as if it was the first time I saw you all over again; your long, messy, dirty blonde hair dancing in the wind, your big green eyes staring harmlessly into the view. You turned to me and had that look again, the same look I saw in my dream, when we were in the rain. I could feel your eyes taking me in, and they were filled with this emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on. I felt myself being pulled into you, like a magnet, this internal force taking over my entire body. You leaned in, your head tilting, and as if the universe was watching, thunder and lighting struck the air as our lips crashed. I felt as though my nerves were on fire, a hot feeling coursing through my veins. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. You were nothing like I had ever felt before.

I lifted you into my arms and dropped you onto the bed. You smiled, tugging at my shirt. We kissed again and tossed our clothes to the floor. I didn't think you could get any sexier until you climbed on top and straddled me.

"Dominant," I laughed.

You winked.

I think we were both thankful for the condoms.