white up to the trees (9k, 1/?)
Nat turns to look at her again, face pinched in righteous anger. âIf you didnât want to be here, you didn't need to come, Lottie.â Lottie runs a hand through her hair, fingers clenching at her roots. âYou donât fucking get it, do you? I want to help you, Nat.â âYou want to help me?â Something desperate, a moment of possession, flashes across Nat's face at Lottieâs words. âIf you want to help me,â Nat growls, leaning in close enough to press against the bars, âthen get me the hell out of Wiskayok.â
philadelphia/baltimore
Lottie speaks her first words in over sixty miles. âPull over.â Nat makes no sign of hearing her except for an incremental increase to the tension that has been holding her body taut for the last two hours of driving. After a beat, she responds with a dry, low, âOh, she speaks.â Lottie flips her off and returns her forehead to the coolness of the passenger window.
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