Capture
Patron
*Harry pov*
I started to look around for her. I ran outside looking through the parking lot to see if I could spot her, but nothing. I had ran through the whole parkit lot and no sign of her. My hands were shaking now, I felt so stupid for letting her out of sight and for giving in on buying her alcohol.
I walked up to the wall and punched it. My hand knuckles started to bleed, but I just wiped off the blood on my jeans. She couldn't have gotten that far away right. I guess i'll have to go look for her on the road. She might still be running through the streets. She has no money and doesnt even know what part of Utah we are in.
*Star pov*
Since Harry was taking forever to buy the alcohol I decided to get up from the bench and walk to the corner of Walmart were they had Redbox, soda machines, and stuffed animal machines. I left the cart on the bench since I doubt anyone would steal it since the greeter was right there next to the bench. She would take care of my things. I had 2 dollars and wanted to get a plushie. They had this really cute Dispicable Me Minion. I took my time on every turn. I got 2 turns for every dollar and I had missed the first two. I took more time examining the machine. I looked at it from the sides and tried to think how and when I should drop the claw.
I put in the next dollar hoping this time I would have more luck. I was so concentrated on it I didn't care about the little boy who was waiting for me to finish. I dropped the claw right ontop of my target and to my suprise I actually go the little Minion. I jumped in happiness when I grabbed it. I still had one more turn and payed it, but lost. Not really caring as long as I had my Minion. When I turned around I saw the little boy looked sad.
"Whats wrong?" I asked he had seen more happier earlier.
"You got the Minion and its the last one. I don't want the other plushies." He pouted. Looking sad. I wanted it too so I could give to my nephews, but I decided to give it to the little boy.
"Here you could have it then." I extended my hand to give him the Minion. His face lit up in joy. He hugged the plushie and smiled. It felt good seeing him happy.
I returned back to the bench disappointed, but happy. I saw that the bottles were on the cart, but Harry was no where to be seen.
Oh shit. He probally thinks that I left him. The machine was hidden in the corner he probally didn't see me. I walked toward the exit with the cart. When I was outside I saw Harry wiping his hands on his jeans. He looked angry as he stood there staring at the wall and his hand. Then I noticed it was blood.
I ran up to him pushing the cart with me.
"What the hell happend." I asked grabbing his hands examining them. I could tell he was suprised as he flinched back.
"What. Where were you?!" He screamed pulling his hand away.
"I went to get a plushie at the machine, you probally didn't see me." I defended myself. "But why did you punch the wall." I knew the answer I just wanted him to tell me.
"You almost gave me a heart attack I thought you had ran away. You-" He started, but I cut him off.
"You're a dumbass, you can't even trust me. I have no fucken money and have no clue where we are besides the fact we are in Utah! Where would I run and to who?" I was yelling too, but started to walk away now leaving the cart behind, but he got a hold on my wrist pulling me to him.
"Wait I just thought since you were being so nice y-" I cut him off again. Trying to pulling my wrist free from his grip.
"I was being nice because I felt like it, I was starting to trust you more and let go a little and be myself, but you just ruined it. If you want me to be mean I will." I stared at him straight in his eyes. They were a dark no longer the green jade color I liked.
"No I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He said as he let go of my wrist.
"Doesn't matter anymore." I folded my arms and made my way toward his car. Harry followed pushing the cart with him. He unlocked the car and I got in making him put the bags in the car.
Our ride back to hotel was silent. We didn't talk or put the radio on. All that was heard was the sound of the cars on the road.
We arrived at hotel and still no talking. He opened my door and offered me his hand, but I rejected it walking into the hotel. I left him to bring all the bags on his own. The only bag I quickly grabbed was the tequila he had bought.
I was inside our hotel room and sat on the couch of the living room. I looked at the bottles he bought me, not that bad I told him some names, but they were all spanish so he probably didn't remember them. He bought Patron, Crown Royal, and El Jimador. The last one is my favorite so I will drink it last.
I was happy again as I poured Patron into a cup. Since Harry wasn't back with the bags yet I couldn't get the salt and lemon he had bought, but that isn't stoping me. I took a big gulp of tequila, slowly swalloing it to feel the burning in my throat. It had been 8 months since I had a drink. I had to quit or else the government was going to take my brothers away from my brother and I. It felt good though being able to drink again.
After a couple of minutes I saw Harry walk in carrying all the bags in his two hands. I couldn't help, but laugh at him. His looked annoyed, but once he saw me drinking his expression changed seemed concerned.
"Are you going to sit there and continue drinking, or are you going to help me?" He asked dropping the bags on the floor closing the door behind him.
"Sit here. Wait no ima get my chips." I smiled trying to get up from the couch. I stumbled my way toward my bags.
"You're already drunk? I leave you for 10 minutes and you get drunk!" He was yelling now.
"I'm not drunk yet!" I screamed. "I barely had any. Its just that I lost my balance for that moment." I smiled, the alcohol was already doing its thing. I am a happy drinker, I don't get sad or angry when I drink I get happy and giggly.
"Barely had any? You drank half the bottle already! You know what I'm taking them away." He screamed walking to were I left the bottle.
I ran after him trying to beat him. "No! Leave it alone please." I jumped ontop of him fighting for the bottle. He held it close to his body so I couldn't get a grip on it.
"Stop you need to calm down. Give me the other bottles." He demanded.His eyes searched the room for the other two bottles. "Where are the other two?" I got off of him sitting myself on the couch.
I started laughing again. "I don't know, I hid them when I was sober, but now I can't remember." I laughed even harder now. Oh shit I just told him I'm drunk.
"So you are drunk?" He looked down at me.
"Maybe just a little, but dont ruin my mood. Okay? I'm a happy drinker I wont get angry unless you provoke me." I winked at him. I reached for the cup on the coffee table which still had some tequila inside and drank the rest in one big gulp.
Harry rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom with the bottle still in his hands. Since I was drunk I wanted to do something stupid, so I thought messing with Harry would be fun. I heard the water from the bathroom turn on, he must be taking a shower. I giggled quitly to myself, a light bulb lit up in the mind.
I started to look around for her. I ran outside looking through the parking lot to see if I could spot her, but nothing. I had ran through the whole parkit lot and no sign of her. My hands were shaking now, I felt so stupid for letting her out of sight and for giving in on buying her alcohol.
I walked up to the wall and punched it. My hand knuckles started to bleed, but I just wiped off the blood on my jeans. She couldn't have gotten that far away right. I guess i'll have to go look for her on the road. She might still be running through the streets. She has no money and doesnt even know what part of Utah we are in.
*Star pov*
Since Harry was taking forever to buy the alcohol I decided to get up from the bench and walk to the corner of Walmart were they had Redbox, soda machines, and stuffed animal machines. I left the cart on the bench since I doubt anyone would steal it since the greeter was right there next to the bench. She would take care of my things. I had 2 dollars and wanted to get a plushie. They had this really cute Dispicable Me Minion. I took my time on every turn. I got 2 turns for every dollar and I had missed the first two. I took more time examining the machine. I looked at it from the sides and tried to think how and when I should drop the claw.
I put in the next dollar hoping this time I would have more luck. I was so concentrated on it I didn't care about the little boy who was waiting for me to finish. I dropped the claw right ontop of my target and to my suprise I actually go the little Minion. I jumped in happiness when I grabbed it. I still had one more turn and payed it, but lost. Not really caring as long as I had my Minion. When I turned around I saw the little boy looked sad.
"Whats wrong?" I asked he had seen more happier earlier.
"You got the Minion and its the last one. I don't want the other plushies." He pouted. Looking sad. I wanted it too so I could give to my nephews, but I decided to give it to the little boy.
"Here you could have it then." I extended my hand to give him the Minion. His face lit up in joy. He hugged the plushie and smiled. It felt good seeing him happy.
I returned back to the bench disappointed, but happy. I saw that the bottles were on the cart, but Harry was no where to be seen.
Oh shit. He probally thinks that I left him. The machine was hidden in the corner he probally didn't see me. I walked toward the exit with the cart. When I was outside I saw Harry wiping his hands on his jeans. He looked angry as he stood there staring at the wall and his hand. Then I noticed it was blood.
I ran up to him pushing the cart with me.
"What the hell happend." I asked grabbing his hands examining them. I could tell he was suprised as he flinched back.
"What. Where were you?!" He screamed pulling his hand away.
"I went to get a plushie at the machine, you probally didn't see me." I defended myself. "But why did you punch the wall." I knew the answer I just wanted him to tell me.
"You almost gave me a heart attack I thought you had ran away. You-" He started, but I cut him off.
"You're a dumbass, you can't even trust me. I have no fucken money and have no clue where we are besides the fact we are in Utah! Where would I run and to who?" I was yelling too, but started to walk away now leaving the cart behind, but he got a hold on my wrist pulling me to him.
"Wait I just thought since you were being so nice y-" I cut him off again. Trying to pulling my wrist free from his grip.
"I was being nice because I felt like it, I was starting to trust you more and let go a little and be myself, but you just ruined it. If you want me to be mean I will." I stared at him straight in his eyes. They were a dark no longer the green jade color I liked.
"No I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He said as he let go of my wrist.
"Doesn't matter anymore." I folded my arms and made my way toward his car. Harry followed pushing the cart with him. He unlocked the car and I got in making him put the bags in the car.
Our ride back to hotel was silent. We didn't talk or put the radio on. All that was heard was the sound of the cars on the road.
We arrived at hotel and still no talking. He opened my door and offered me his hand, but I rejected it walking into the hotel. I left him to bring all the bags on his own. The only bag I quickly grabbed was the tequila he had bought.
I was inside our hotel room and sat on the couch of the living room. I looked at the bottles he bought me, not that bad I told him some names, but they were all spanish so he probably didn't remember them. He bought Patron, Crown Royal, and El Jimador. The last one is my favorite so I will drink it last.
I was happy again as I poured Patron into a cup. Since Harry wasn't back with the bags yet I couldn't get the salt and lemon he had bought, but that isn't stoping me. I took a big gulp of tequila, slowly swalloing it to feel the burning in my throat. It had been 8 months since I had a drink. I had to quit or else the government was going to take my brothers away from my brother and I. It felt good though being able to drink again.
After a couple of minutes I saw Harry walk in carrying all the bags in his two hands. I couldn't help, but laugh at him. His looked annoyed, but once he saw me drinking his expression changed seemed concerned.
"Are you going to sit there and continue drinking, or are you going to help me?" He asked dropping the bags on the floor closing the door behind him.
"Sit here. Wait no ima get my chips." I smiled trying to get up from the couch. I stumbled my way toward my bags.
"You're already drunk? I leave you for 10 minutes and you get drunk!" He was yelling now.
"I'm not drunk yet!" I screamed. "I barely had any. Its just that I lost my balance for that moment." I smiled, the alcohol was already doing its thing. I am a happy drinker, I don't get sad or angry when I drink I get happy and giggly.
"Barely had any? You drank half the bottle already! You know what I'm taking them away." He screamed walking to were I left the bottle.
I ran after him trying to beat him. "No! Leave it alone please." I jumped ontop of him fighting for the bottle. He held it close to his body so I couldn't get a grip on it.
"Stop you need to calm down. Give me the other bottles." He demanded.His eyes searched the room for the other two bottles. "Where are the other two?" I got off of him sitting myself on the couch.
I started laughing again. "I don't know, I hid them when I was sober, but now I can't remember." I laughed even harder now. Oh shit I just told him I'm drunk.
"So you are drunk?" He looked down at me.
"Maybe just a little, but dont ruin my mood. Okay? I'm a happy drinker I wont get angry unless you provoke me." I winked at him. I reached for the cup on the coffee table which still had some tequila inside and drank the rest in one big gulp.
Harry rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom with the bottle still in his hands. Since I was drunk I wanted to do something stupid, so I thought messing with Harry would be fun. I heard the water from the bathroom turn on, he must be taking a shower. I giggled quitly to myself, a light bulb lit up in the mind.
Notes
Hahaha guys I'm sorry if I don't always make sense. Or for my horrible grammar. I've never been to good at writing, but I'm getting better........... I think. (x muahahahhaWell tell me whatcha guys think :D
Update xxxx
12/18/13