The fugitive - Episode 5

 

Dane:

Damn 

I lolled my head to one side when reality dawn on me , I sprawled again face up on the too small sofa and cursed at the dream , Theresa couldn't possibly call the cops on me or could she ? 
But yet it had felt so real ,

Get up and go talk to her, I told myself , but I couldn't budge my legs felt like rubber and no wonder the  blood that was normally there had been re routed to my chest , at least it felt that way, my heart was thudding so loudly exactly as it was in the dream , she call the cops on me ,  could I really trust her? 
Fact was with what have seen , her reactions and all , I couldn't answer the question,
I stare sideways and took a deep breath at her sight , she was checking stuffs in the freezer ...
Theresa Peterson,   she looked perfectly healthy and a lot different, perhaps my five years in prison hadn't done anything to her being perfectly fine,.

She'd gotten a lot more bold and pretty  in the face. Wide hips that perfected her much bigger thighs , her hair which I remember it to be black had been dyed  brown looking rich and unfairly thick , she was moving towards the kitchen when her gaze catch mine , I didn't try to look away or move , and it wasn't that her eyes pinned me to the spot, but I didn't want to look skittish, it seemed important that she know I was still the same Dane garret that loved her so much and no prison in the world could change that , so I held my gaze , until she turn and moved ,I wasn't good in reading expressions though but I knew she had a lot of things locking in her mind ,

Hell yes , probably it might be she wanted to tell me she moved on ..

Of course I came by last night , it felt safer .....that--- I thought at first cause the house was inherited by her from her grandmother but the feeling in me now says other wise ,  I was surely not calm

I remember how eager I was to see her, to see the woman i spent my five years in prison thinking about, how I'd become disrupted in the head after hearing her sweet voice , how my heart had stutter at the thought of missing her , how I'd repeatedly question myself on how I got to live without her through the years ,

I wasn't even able to say a proper goodbye to the west , the old man and little Emily was only present , I hadn't even said my goodbye to the lady of the house before bolting towards the road and catching the first available taxi,, 

Getting to her was like a whole new night mare all together , I had expected entirely a different reaction from her probably to jump on me and ask how I manage to escape, to ask where I was hurt , for her to throw dozens of  questions on Me all at once , for her to cry and tell me how much she missed me , to give me multiple reasons probably excuses on why she didn't come to check up on me in prison . , 
But all she did was stare , did I say stare , 
Yeah she had stare at like like I was some sort of stranger who'd come knocking on her door at midnight , gosh have never felt so awkward in my entire life ,,
The broad smile I was wearing when she'd open the door Instantly faded at her reaction ,,.was she expecting a different look , the slim, tall , crazily handsome Dane she'd fell in love with ,, 
Possibly prison couldn't change anyone to the better , 
Now I've become more hairy, big beard, dry lips, rugged futures , big biceps , and a hard hand due to non stop of hard work in that hell hole ,, 

When she had simply continue to stare in shock , I was the one who said the hi 

" hi Theresa "

" hi Dane " she said softly as if we haven't been apart for five years 

" please come in" no hugs , no kisses , nothing , gosh like a man who just wet his pants , I released the hold of my small bag and let it fall on my hand , I made my way in staring back at her and to my surprise she gestured me to sit as if I came for an appointment , seriously , I stare at her sofa and back at her not believing she just told me to sit ,

" please sit Dane , I would be right back"
She had hurried in the direction I remember it to be her room as if someone might be after her , startled I watch her leave and certainly I thought I lost my mind , I eased unto the sofa and laid my head back , thinking all sort ,, do I look bad than I should be?, is my odor that horrible! , gosh and my hair is it that untidy , I should have shaved right? 
Tired to the throat , I was dozing all the way when she came back ..
I stare up at her through heavy lids noticing she was already in her night gown ,

" Dane you can use grannies room okay"

She was certainly not gonna leave me here this time I catch her wrist , her gaze burn into me as she looked down at me in surprise , then did I realise I lost her , I was planning on bringing up  what I thought might be in her mind but the look she casted me was more terrifying it was as though she was afraid of me , I stare down at our hands and released hers gently ,, 

" I would be okay on the sofa , I would gladly accept a blanket if you can offer one "  

When she'd brought one , she didn't wait for my thanks before bolting away of course that was how I ended on the sofa , and having a terrible dream about her ,, 
She called the cops on me , and in other to escape I ended up crossing a knife on her neck ...

I sat straight and sleek my hands in my long hair , I stood up and went ahead and towards the kitchen I saw her entering , then I sighted a picture ,, 

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"Any coffee" 

Theresa swallowed the tail end of breath and quickly cleared her tears at his voice and without turning said 

"Sure "

"I'd love some , if it wouldn't be much trouble" he said ...

Last night had been the worst night in her entire life ,,after seeing Dane , her guilty conscience arouse from slumber and grab hold of none but her heart ,, she had wrong Dane a lot ,, he shouldn't have come looking for her , she had wronged him , abandoned him , forgot him when he needed her, she had even moved on ,  
She didn't expect him to have gotten so worst , frustrated eyes and heavy stand , of course she had been shocked ,, his looks appeared to shock her ..she was the sole reason he was in prison , her father was the sheriff in charge of his case, and he had locked him up in prison for years without any court approval , 
She felt so guilty ,,she hadn't even helped him out in any way...

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. she couldn't do anything but stare at him last night , her mind was lost , her heart was jamming so hard,

if she hadn't raced to her room she would have exploded in tears right in front of him.
She didn't deserve him , she was nothing but a wretch who would run at any slight danger ,,even if John had given her prove that he was guilty , couldn't she possibly trust him...
The love she saw in his eyes for her when he had catch her wrist last night made her scared ,, and now her heart was beating so hard as she could feel his presence through the fine hairs at the back of her neck , 
Putting  a hand there she used her free hand to put the kettle on the boil then reached for the coffee canister 

" neck problems" he said 

" no no no " without meeting with his eyes she drop her hand and quickly measured coffee bean into the mill ..

Out of the yet awkward silence.  She held Dane step back , then pull a stool from beneath the adjacent counter  , the stool creaked when he sat , if she'd  been on the ball , she'd have taken the stool for herself leaving him to sit a little father off the table ,, she'd prefer that , this way he wouldn't be aware of all she did,, 

" Theresa ,look at at me"

When she wasn't looking Dane stood , hold onto to her face and shifted her gaze to his ,,, 

" you've been avoiding me because you thought you betray me by moving on right"

Tears instantly crowded her eyes as she stare deep into Dane's, she couldn't take more of this , her emotions was crumbling ,  she was trying to move away from his hold but he held on and stare down at her lips  ...

"Is he the reason you reacted the way you did last night "

"No Dane , he isn't , I only felt guilty, I abandoned you when you needed me most , my dad was against you,, and I had done nothing to help ,, "

"Your dad is an irreproachable man , I know that , even if you wanna help ,, he wouldn't have allowed it, so it makes no difference whether you come checking up on me or not .."

Dane released his hold and stare deep into her eyes

"Perhaps you know I still love you right "

She nodded as her tears trickle down her face ,,

"Do you stop loving me?" He asked

Her gaze suddenly shot up to Dane's , his question had hit her but how could she deny she still felt something for him..

"No " she admitted

"Has he touched you ,, ?" 

This appeared to shock her , her eyes were wide and intense ,, 

"Dane , I ....stop" She shook her head. Only to become aware that Danes hand had curled around her neck and his thumb traced the outer shell of her ear..

"Has he touched you the way i always do huh,Theresa tell me? "

" And why should i dane Its been five years, five long years ,  what do you expect ?"

Understanding Dane released his hold and took a back wards step

" I spent the whole damn five years thinking about you Theresa , possibly I never realise time had went by so fast ,, five years just felt like five days , cause your feeling is still the same as it was in my heart ."

"Dane please" she cried

" what about our plans Theresa ,how we plan to build our life,, you can't just throw them away like it meant nothing  , "

 When she wasn't replying ...He gently took his seat ..for a minute longer he study her , though his eyes never left her face , they seems to take in far more than mere features, they delved into her , 

"I'm sorry Dane " she finally said

He dragged a deep breath through his lungs  ,, the truth or probably this reality was just too much for him to accept..but he just got to accept them ..
He lost Theresa ,, he lost the love of his life forever ..

" I know you are " he sipped a little on the coffee she had placed on the counter

" so tell me about him what's his name"

"John moncrieff, " a thick voice crooned 

As one and in alarm, Dane and Theresa followed the direction of the voice to find deputy john tall dark frame filling the door way ...
He smile softly rolling his pistol in his left hand ...

"Look who we have here , Dane garret no i should rather call you the fugitive right"

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