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our feet hit the blacktop he whispered to me, “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”
    He didn’t leave any room for me to respond as he swiftly cradled me in his arms. I groaned and put my face into his chest. His steps were quick, but it hurt a whole lot less than when I was walking on my own. 
    “There is a motel just across the street. Are you okay?”
    I nodded my head, but never looked up. “I’m sorry,” I said into his chest. 
    “It’s okay. Shh,” he responded.
    It seemed like the motel was farther away than he thought, but I didn’t look up for confirmation. I’d finally found a position where it didn’t hurt too badly, so I wasn’t about to move. 
    He never seemed winded as he carried me, and I knew I wasn’t light. He walked at the same speed the entire time. 
    “I’m going to sit you down here while I go in to get you a room.”
    “My credit card is in my bag.” 
    I hunched over as soon as my feet were back on the ground. Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I hugged myself as tightly as I could. Craig had already made his way through the double glass doors of the building.
    Without my credit card.
    When he came back outside he handed me the key card to a room, and picked me back up. 
    I never felt afraid to be with him, until the door to the motel room closed behind us. The pain had been too great for me to think about anything else. It had clouded what little judgment I had. Suddenly, I thought about all the times that my Mom had told me not to talk to strangers. 
    It was a little late for that.
    Besides, what was worse than death?

    He laid me down on the bed and took a few steps back. A killer wouldn’t do that, would they?
    “What?” He asked wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
    “You don’t even know me.” The words spewed from my mouth like vomit. I never had the gift of gab. “I mean, why would help me?”
    “Honestly?” There was a slight hesitation in his deep voice. “You remind me a lot of my sister. You’re young and beautiful and my Mom would kill me if I didn’t take care of someone who needed it.”
    The tears welled up in my eyes. His generosity and kindness were almost too much for me to handle. “Your mother would be proud,” I replied, and I meant it.  
    I slowly turned over to my side and watched him as he scooted a chair next to me. 
    “I don’t think she would.”
    Gripping my stomach to ease the pain, I tried to understand what he meant. It was too hard for me to think. With my emotions running high, and the pain, I was lucky to be coherent. 
    “I’ve done a few things I’m not proud of.” He admitted. “Now I can’t go back home.”
    I didn’t ask because it wasn’t my business. 
    He stood up from the chair and walked over to the window. He seemed nervous all of a sudden. 
    “I think the bus will be leaving soon. Will you be okay by yourself?” He asked.
    “Yeah.” I hadn’t planned on having someone rescue me. “I’m going to take some more medication, and sleep it off.”
    “I’ll get you some water from the bathroom. Where’s your medicine?” 
    “In my bag.” 
    He shuffled around the room quickly gathering my things. When the water cut off he came to my bedside and handed me my pill bottle and the plastic cup of faucet water. 
    I offered a slight smile. It was the best I could do. “Thanks,” I told him as I lie back down and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just wanted to lie there and sleep and hope like hell that the pain would be gone by the time I woke up. I also hoped I didn’t drool or snore while Craig was still in the room. 
    “I’m going to go now. I’m glad I met you Tori. I hope you feel better soon,” Craig spoke softly. 
    “Thank you for everything,” I whispered keeping my eyes closed. I didn’t stay awake to watch him go. I didn’t even hear the door close, but I didn’t care. The medicine would soon take over, and all I wanted to see was my