“I don’t know, Casey. I just don’t think right now is a good time,” she said, her voice muffled.
Keys jingled, and the sound of the door opening made me jump from the bed.
“I think now is theperfecttime, Lila. Even Detective Pearson said you should get away.”
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and I slid under the bed, pulling my feet under just as Lila walked in.
“What about my job?” Lila asked. “I can’t just leave my job.”
“Seriously? You’re a writer for the newspaper. You can do that from home.”
The bed sagged as Lila and Casey sat down, and a smirk played on my lips as I listened to them.
“We don’t know how long it’s going to take for them to find this guy. I can’t just… run from this forever.”
I stared out at the floor, Lila’s feet mere inches from my face, and my hand hovered just behind her foot.
“Yeah, babe, I know. But, for now, you need rest, and you can’t do that in the city. We can go to my parents’ cabin and… have a mini vacation.”
Silence followed as Lila thought about it, her legs bouncing erratically. She stood from the bed and started pacing the room before finally stopping and letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Fine,” she said, “but only a week. I can’t stay gone for longer than that. My boss isn’t exactly known for his compassion and kindness with personal life matters.”
Casey stood from the bed and walked toward Lila. I could picture Casey wrapping her arms around Lila, embracing her like a best friend would.
“Pack your stuff. We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Casey said.
Lila started to hurry around the room, packing a small suitcase with clothes and shoes before going into the bathroom. I watched from under the bed, my face hidden under the sheets that had slipped further down, as she picked up the shampoo and body wash. I smiled as she slipped them into her suitcase, the mere thought of her being coated in my cum sending a thrill shooting straight to my cock.
“Okay, I think that’s everything,” she sighed.
She turned off the light switch and closed the bedroom door, the sound of her suitcase rolling down the hallway growing softer. I didn’t move until I heard the front door close, their voices now too faint to hear.
A few seconds later I slid out from under the bed, my chest heaving with excitement. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and dialed Vince’s number. He picked up on the second ring, his voice filled with annoyance.
“What the fuck do you want?” he huffed.
“I need a favor.”
“No.”
“You owe me from last time, Vince. Don’t forget that. I cleaned up your mess.”
Silence filled the phone before he finally let out a frustrated sigh.
“What is it?”
“I need you to look up some information about someone. I need you to find meeverything.”
“Who?” he said hesitantly.
“Casey Boyd.”
Largeoaktreeshungoverhead as Casey drove down the narrow road, the gravel hitting the underside of the car as we went. Red and brown leaves scattered across the windshield, and Casey turned on the wipers to swish them away. The road seemed to go on forever, the gravel giving way to dirt, before finally coming to an end.
Her parents' cabin came into view, and a wave of calm swept over me. We used to visit here often during our childhood, her parents welcoming me like their own, while my mother would be getting shitfaced at some bar. Memories flooded my mind, filling me with warmth, a small smile spreading across my lips.
We pulled into the built-in garage and parked the car, the door closing behind us with a loud clang. I opened my door and looked around the garage, noticing boxes neatly stacked in almost every corner. Her dad’s workbench was pushed to the far left, covered in cobwebs and dead leaves. I turned to Casey, her face etched in grief as she ran her fingers over the dusty workbench.
