Constance thought she could finally stop looking over her shoulder. She has a steady job as a hairstylist, rents a small apartment next door to her best friend, and keeps a routine that distracts her just enough to not have to dwell on her past.
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Stepping into the bathroom, I nearly squeal. It looks like the entire shower was carved into the side of a mountain. The stones overlay one another making it seem almost magical as the water comes from between the rock-face like a waterfall.
Who knew being on the run would pamper me.
I scrub my body trying to avoid touching my sore spots because they just started to cool down from the rash. It feels so good to have clean hair after it being plastered to my scalp with dry sweat from sleeping in the other bunker. When I'm finally done with my shower, I brush my teeth with my Disney Princess toothbrush, throw on some clean clothes and make my way into the kitchenette.
My shower lasted for almost an hour but I don't care. It's after midnight, I'm stressed out, a little scared and completely famished; I deserve to enjoy what I can while I can.
That's exactly what I say as my head hits the pillow and I drift off to the first peaceful slumber I've had in days.
***
When I wake, there's no blinding sunlight or blaring alarms; just pure silence the way everyone should wake up.
I get up and when I open the fridge and nearly fall over. It's packed full of fresh foods making me wonder if someone else was here before us or if the FBI's pockets are so deep they can afford to keep it stocked just in case. I make myself two turkey sandwiches with a side of pickles, chips, grapes and soda for breakfast. When you're poor, you take what you can get. When the FBI is front the bill, you make two double decker sandwiches.
Before I leave the room, I grab the toothbrush and razor I got for Luca. I should have given them to him before I fell asleep but oh well.
"Hello?" I say in between bites as I walk into the room.
Silence.
You'd think I'd be used to it by now but all It does is piss me off. Instead of wasting my precious breath, I go exploring after shoving the last piece of food in my mouth. If he thinks I'm going to share with him, he has another thing coming. The first door I open looks like a media room. It has one monster TV on the far wall and about a dozen smaller ones scattered around the rest of the room. There is a large rectangular table on one side of the room and a lounge area on the other side. It all seemed very technologically advanced. Too advanced for me who can't even figure out that fancy new soda machine at the mall.
Honestly, I won't even be impressed with technology until I can download a man. . . or food.
I close that door and make my way over to the next one. As soon as I opened it I knew it was Luca's room. His bag is laying across the couch, a drawer is open on the dresser and steam is coming out from under the bathroom door.
