I'll run for office.

         wes wasn’t an idiot, by logic terms at least. he’d kept both his internet & sources          open, searching  for rebecca  even if  he’d seemingly given up  hope. this was in          fact his last lead before  he promise  himself she did  in fact have  nothing  to do          with him & he’d FORCE himself to move on. 

         having now waited  about an hour  he was slowly  beginning to give up, he was no          professor keating & was never good at the track & find game. if anything rebecca          could have  already  saw  him, or  she  was  never  here  to begin  with. until  like          clockwork  she stood  in the  same hall  as he did, looking  just as  startled as he          currently felt.

                                                       ❛rebecca, wait !❜

         for once  his long  legs were  an  aide as he  followed her, abandoning  his bike &          ignoring the  pounding in  his chest. yes sports were  not his expertise,  but riding          around for this many years gave him some sort of endurance.

                                                    ❛i’m not here to hurt you ! we need to talk.❜

     She dug around in her pockets, as she moved, trying to grab her room key. The movement was graceless, bags almost falling out of her arms a few times before her fingers closed around the cold, jagged metal. When Wes’ voice rang out, Rebecca hated how her legs almost stilled. Hated how much she wanted to trust him. 

     Instead, she allowed a laugh to bubble from between her pale lips, harsh and bitter. “If you think I’m gonna believe that, you’re out of your damn mind, Wes.” Rebecca spat. Her unsteady hands provided her ( unofficial ) ex with an opportunity to catch up. Instead of actually unlocking the door, once the key found it’s home, she turned to face him. If she could help it, she wasn’t providing him with another place to hold her hostage.

     It hadn’t been long since Rebecca had fled Annalise’s house. Unfortunately, though, she hadn’t gotten very far. The past week and a half had been spent at a seedy motel, six hours out of Philadelphia. She’d cashed in on favor upon favor to be able to afford even the draftiest of rooms, but it was worth it. At least she hadn’t been tied to a chair. Did it still feel like she was stuck? Absolutely. Her funds were diminishing with each day that she spent in hiding and she knew better than to be running around outside, during daylight hours. Annalise had eyes everywhere.

     Once every two days, Rebecca ventured outside to pick up food that would fit in her mini-fridge and to give housekeeping a chance to pretend that they were cleaning. Every other time she did that, she ended up at the laundromat, washing the few things she’d managed to borrow. It was on one of those days that she’d arrived back at the motel, arms clutching tightly to her bags, only to find Wes Gibbons standing by the stairwell that she needed to walk up to get to her safe(ish)house.