It started to feel as if you were on a leash, but you were just grateful he kept you alive. From being nearly killed, to being there to only clean up after his rampages, at least you guys are somewhat on the same page. when the stolen car came to a halt, Jeff cocked the key out of its slot and turned the engine off. out of all places, He chose to spend the night at a secluded motel, Great- though, It was better than sleeping inside the car.

while holding your head under his arm as if you guys were a playful couple to hide your face, the smell of iron, grease and mold coming off him made you struggle to keep your face from contorting. his hood stayed over his head to cover his face with his thin strands of damaged loose hair. you honestly couldn't blame him, if he was identified he'd most likely be shot dead on the spot, but you knew bullets were the least of his concern.

When finally receiving the room keys, he led you to the room's door, though it felt like he was merely dragging you. the click of the keycard was audible before he opened the room door, pulling you in, he shut the door behind you both. the room was dim, the curtains already closed and..One bed neatly done, the sight of it slightly made your expression falter, your luck at sleeping peacefully fading.

"...shit..I forgot to ask for two Beds. i always thought they gave two instead of one."

His voice sounded almost sarcastic as he locked the door, though you could still hear him curse to himself as he walked past you and over to the bed, the air conditioner tucked in the corner of the room sent a shivering breeze that grazed over your skin.