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little. His hands brushed in the corner where my thighs met my groin and followed back toward my butt.
When his hands slid down to check my knees and feet, I stared again at the fountain. Somehow, I wasn’t annoyed or angry that he’d gotten so close to parts of me. I trusted him. His hands were smooth, the warmth of his touch welcome when I felt so cold now.
I wanted him to continue touching, but this wasn’t the place, and we didn’t have the time.
When he was finished, he stood up. “Seems like we got it all, but to be safe, you should rinse off in the fountain a little in these little crevices. I’m not sure if the devices are waterproof, but it might wash away any we’ve missed. Then get those clothes on.”
It was over. He turned his back on me, allowing me some privacy once again by maintaining a vigilant watch on the surroundings.
Why did I still hope for him to say something? He was the one trying to make this as doctor-patient as possible, and I was the one needing something more. I was simply greedy, needing of his attention and for him to give some to me, even if I resisted and bit my tongue and seemed to be indifferent.
I swallowed my needs and fears and without another word, did as he told me to do.
RANDALL JONES
I did a quick, cold splash in the fountain and tried to dress quickly. Crop pants weren’t my thing. I think it was because they were in fashion lately and I wasn’t about to succumb to fashion trends. The sports bra squeezed my chest until I had a uni-boob, but given Kevin probably didn’t know my bra size, I couldn’t blame him for that. The underwear was a little big, the pants were a little tight around the butt, but the T-shirt I wore covered my hips. The flip-flops were the closest thing to my own size so I had that going.
When I was done, Axel had already tossed my old clothes into the fountain. We were making a mess, but maybe some hobos could use some new clothes. I felt bad since they were Corey’s. I kept Avery’s business card, tucking it into my pocket. I still wanted to hang onto that.
Marc looked at me when we’d returned to the group, quietly asking if I was okay. I guess he knew what I’d been through. I waved him off, trying to tell him it didn't matter. We had to get out of there.
The fact that there had been bugs at all left me feeling creepy-crawlies all over even now. I was scratching behind my ears and around my neck, thinking there was one left.
The boys lead the way to a black car. Did it belong to them? I didn’t recognize it from the weeks I’d known them. Axel held the front passenger door open and looked at me pointedly, silently telling me where to sit.
Marc never said a word the entire time. He avoided my gaze, impossible to read.
We took off in silence with Axel driving and Marc in the back seat.
Kevin had split up from us, walking in the other direction. Had he parked further down the road? He was supposed to go to some hospital. I wondered why they were going there instead of some Academy bunker. Didn’t the Academy have a safe house or something? Some sort of fortress so kidnappers couldn’t just grab Corey?
Or was it that the hospital was a public place with security and internet and Corey could do his thing in relative safety? Maybe it was good protocol thing. I’d have to figure it out later.
It was only four in the morning, and only a fraction of the homes around us had lights on in the windows as Axel drove through downtown Charleston. Some people were getting up for the morning jog, the morning coffee, the morning commute. We were on our way to find Dead Randall, the only link we had to this core, whatever it was.
“Where are we going?” I asked from the front seat, tugging at my pants. They were too tight and kept sliding down over the underwear. “Are we going to check out Randall’s house?”
“We’re going to look in for a little while,” Axel said. “We’ll figure out where he worked. Maybe he had this
When his hands slid down to check my knees and feet, I stared again at the fountain. Somehow, I wasn’t annoyed or angry that he’d gotten so close to parts of me. I trusted him. His hands were smooth, the warmth of his touch welcome when I felt so cold now.
I wanted him to continue touching, but this wasn’t the place, and we didn’t have the time.
When he was finished, he stood up. “Seems like we got it all, but to be safe, you should rinse off in the fountain a little in these little crevices. I’m not sure if the devices are waterproof, but it might wash away any we’ve missed. Then get those clothes on.”
It was over. He turned his back on me, allowing me some privacy once again by maintaining a vigilant watch on the surroundings.
Why did I still hope for him to say something? He was the one trying to make this as doctor-patient as possible, and I was the one needing something more. I was simply greedy, needing of his attention and for him to give some to me, even if I resisted and bit my tongue and seemed to be indifferent.
I swallowed my needs and fears and without another word, did as he told me to do.
RANDALL JONES
I did a quick, cold splash in the fountain and tried to dress quickly. Crop pants weren’t my thing. I think it was because they were in fashion lately and I wasn’t about to succumb to fashion trends. The sports bra squeezed my chest until I had a uni-boob, but given Kevin probably didn’t know my bra size, I couldn’t blame him for that. The underwear was a little big, the pants were a little tight around the butt, but the T-shirt I wore covered my hips. The flip-flops were the closest thing to my own size so I had that going.
When I was done, Axel had already tossed my old clothes into the fountain. We were making a mess, but maybe some hobos could use some new clothes. I felt bad since they were Corey’s. I kept Avery’s business card, tucking it into my pocket. I still wanted to hang onto that.
Marc looked at me when we’d returned to the group, quietly asking if I was okay. I guess he knew what I’d been through. I waved him off, trying to tell him it didn't matter. We had to get out of there.
The fact that there had been bugs at all left me feeling creepy-crawlies all over even now. I was scratching behind my ears and around my neck, thinking there was one left.
The boys lead the way to a black car. Did it belong to them? I didn’t recognize it from the weeks I’d known them. Axel held the front passenger door open and looked at me pointedly, silently telling me where to sit.
Marc never said a word the entire time. He avoided my gaze, impossible to read.
We took off in silence with Axel driving and Marc in the back seat.
Kevin had split up from us, walking in the other direction. Had he parked further down the road? He was supposed to go to some hospital. I wondered why they were going there instead of some Academy bunker. Didn’t the Academy have a safe house or something? Some sort of fortress so kidnappers couldn’t just grab Corey?
Or was it that the hospital was a public place with security and internet and Corey could do his thing in relative safety? Maybe it was good protocol thing. I’d have to figure it out later.
It was only four in the morning, and only a fraction of the homes around us had lights on in the windows as Axel drove through downtown Charleston. Some people were getting up for the morning jog, the morning coffee, the morning commute. We were on our way to find Dead Randall, the only link we had to this core, whatever it was.
“Where are we going?” I asked from the front seat, tugging at my pants. They were too tight and kept sliding down over the underwear. “Are we going to check out Randall’s house?”
“We’re going to look in for a little while,” Axel said. “We’ll figure out where he worked. Maybe he had this
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