Felicity Pt. 02

He raised up slightly and kissed her jaw. "You didn't sleep long."

"I need the bathroom."

She was already half asleep when he tucked her back into bed. He pulled her close and kissed her jaw, then her lips. "I love you," he whispered softly, his lips on her earlobe.

She smiled and turned to him, her eyes still closed. "That tickled. Mmm, my sweet love. I love it when you are like this, so caring and wonderful. Is... is that a thunderstorm? I love the rain. Dil?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Thank you for finding me."

He kissed her jaw again. "Get some sleep babe," he said with a pleased smile.

He gave her another pain med injection when he got up, then something to help her stay asleep. He didn't want her to wake up while he was gone and he had a lot of work to do. When he left the house, her mother was pulling up and he watched her guardedly as she got out of the car and hurried to him.

"Dillon? Where is City?" she asked frantically.

"How did you find out where I live?" he demanded angrily. "This is private property."

"What? I came to see my daughter! Your father gave me this address!"

"It wasn't his right. It's none of your business where I live, now get off of my property!"

"I need to see City! CITY! I need to see her Dillon, please?"

"What are you talking about? How is it my problem that you lost your daughter?"

"She... she isn't here?!?"

"Why would she be? We broke up. Why do you think I didn't come to her grad party? She was adamant about leaving, so we broke up."

"No. No, she wouldn't just leave without telling me. She packed her things and left her phone, she would never do that!"

"I really don't care, you need to get off my property. It's hard enough losing her, I don't need you adding to my pain."

"I think you are lying. There is no way you would bow out without a fight, I SAW the way you two looked at each other. Why are you trying to keep her from me? CITY!?!"

"I told you, she isn't here! Get off my property before I call the police!"

"Dillon please. You know she has medical problems, medication she needs. You don't want her to get worse, do you?"

"Not my problem! Go! I have work I need to do."

"Dillon please!" she pleaded.

"Look, she broke up with me. I tried to call her, talk to her, but she ghosted me completely. I want to work and keep my mind off of it. Did you call her dad?"

"More than once! If... if she is here, just please let her call me?"

"She isn't. Look around. You yelled for her more than once. Would I be heading off to work if she was here? I don't know where she is but I do know she had a lot of secrets from you. She said if you knew that you would freak out. You think you need to protect her. She didn't tell me everything, but I know she was talking to some holistic culty people who said she didn't need the poison you were filling her with. I disagreed, said she needed her meds, badly. I think that's why she broke up with me, she said I wanted to keep her drugged too. Try running a search history on her laptop."

"She... she wouldn't do that! She knew she needed her meds! She was so bad before her meds!"

"They said they could help her without poisoning her."

"Her laptop is gone! She took it with her."

"Look, I don't know what to tell you. I am late and this whole conversation fucking sucks. I loved her and I thought she loved me, but she was more worried about getting away to them. I just want to forget her. Bury myself in my work. So could you just go and leave me alone?"

"Here. Take my number, please? And if she contacts you, please let me know?"

"Sure, whatever, but she won't. And at this point if she did try to contact me I'd tell her to fuck off. I have enough self esteem that being ghosted is a dealbreaker, no matter how much I still love her."

"This...this isn't like her!"

"You didn't know her as well as you thought you did. She kept a lot of secrets from you. Seems like both your daughters did. I need to go, could you move your car?"

She had teared up and she nodded tersely and left. Dillon watched her go angrily, then called his father and told him to never give his address to anyone else ever again, no matter what they said to him. He had already told him that once, but he obviously hadn't listened.

He checked on Felicity again and made sure the house was locked down before he went back to work on the compound, but he couldn't focus. He was nervous now. What if she came back with the cops? With a search warrant?

With an irritated growl, he went back to the house, packed all of her things and all the things he had gotten for her, then carried her out to the ATV and took her back to the bunker and locked it down again.

It turned out his gut instinct was right. When he got back that evening, just to pick up some food for him and Felicity, she was back and had two officers with her.

He pulled in and stalked across the yard. "What now?" he demanded.

"Mr Alder? We would like to have a look around, search the premises," one of the officers said.

"Do you have a warrant?"

"A young woman is missing, she is considered to be in danger without her medication."

"If you mean Felicity, she is an adult now..."

"But still considered to be at risk without her meds!" her mom said quickly.

"Do you have a warrant?" Dillon asked irritably. "I told you she wasn't here!"

"We don't have a warrant at this time, but we can get one," the officer said.

"For what reason? Harboring an adult who left home to get away from her control freak mom? Whatever, go in and have a look, the door is unlocked. Not fucking you," he said to Felicity's mom. "Them. I told you she wasn't here, I told you she fucking hated you but you refuse to believe that. No, it can't be you, it has to be someone else. It was you she hated. You are the reason I lost my girlfriend and I hate you for it more than I hate her now. You just stay out here while they go and look around," he spat, livid that she had brought cops here.

The two policemen had paused to listen, then gave each other a look before going in the front door. Dillon went in and sat on the couch while the two men looked around. They hardly did more than glance in each room before coming back out. "If you see or hear from the girl, call this number, or the girl's mother."

"Yeah, not going to happen. Felicity hated her mother and she won't be calling me. When she took off to join that cult and chose them over me, I told her to never come back. It's her mother you need to talk to. Figure out why she would lose her shit over her grown daughter moving out. Felicity was supposed to go live with her dad this summer and her mom tried to talk her out of it, told her she needed to stay home where she could take care of her. She got into Clemson and her mom tried to sabotage it, wouldn't fill out the paperwork. Said she didn't need college, she could just stay home where she could take care of her. I think Felicity was right, she didn't need half the meds her mom had her on, but her mom kept bringing her home more and more from the hospital. Stuff her doctor didn't even prescribe. Felicity said she was starting to feel like a zombie and she stopped taking most of them without letting her mom know. You wonder why she left? Wouldn't you? Her mom is a nutcase."

The two men looked at each other again, then nodded. "Thanks for letting us look around. If you hear from her, call that number and let us know. Do you know what group she had been talking to?"

"No, I just know they were all about cleansing and using holistic methods instead of drugs. Drugs were poison so they said. I told her it was BS, she may not need all the drugs her mom was shoving down her throat, but she did need some of them. That just pissed her off. I know it wasn't close. I think it was up near Seattle or something from the things she mentioned."

"Alright, thanks for your cooperation. If... if her mom comes out again, let us know. We'll ask her to back off."

"Thanks."

Dillon watched from the window as the officers went back out. Her mom rushed to them frantically and he watched as they led her back to her car. She didn't look happy. She kept shaking her head and looking at the house incredulously.

Dillon smirked as he went to the kitchen to fix dinner. When he got back to the bunker, Felicity was awake. He fed her and stroked her cheek, telling her about the work he had done that day. She listened and held his hand, looking at his face dreamily like she did sometimes. He loved that look.

"How bad is the pain?" he asked, turning his chair so he could turn on the little television and watch a movie with her.

"It hurts quite a bit, but I can bear it if I am still. I want to be awake and aware for a while. Spend time with you. Why are we in the bunker again?"

"I like it here. I've always liked it here, it feels secure. Safe. I want you safe. I read up on it and if your ribs are bruised, it won't take long to feel better. If they are broken, and I really don't think they are, it will take about six weeks, but the pain won't last. It's important to breathe normal though. Ok?"

"Ok, I will try. How long until we can... you know."

He grinned. "Depends on what it is. Bruised, as soon as you feel like it. Broken, a little longer, but I can still make you come for me. Maybe we can try some comfortable positions if we aren't too... enthusiastic."

City blushed and pressed her cheek to his hand. It wasn't hard to pull up feelings when it came to that subject. Her body definitely responded to him, but she was stressed. He had lied about why they were here. She had never paid attention to people's expressions and tells before until she began trying so hard to read him. He had looked away. He always looked her in the eye, always, but he had lied. So why were they here?

She could only think of one reason. Her mother was looking for her and had come to find her. He had hidden her rather than let her mom see her in the condition she was in. Her mom would be sick with worry!

Dillon gave her another shot, promising her to stay close.

She was in and out constantly, him showering her with love and attention when she was awake, always extremely pleased with her for some reason. She assumed it had something to do with the way the drugs made her feel and things she said or did that she couldn't really remember.

Sometimes she'd come awake and he'd be close, reading, stroking her hair. Other times she was alone. When she was alone, she would test her movement, see how bad the pain was, try and get her movement and mobility back. When he was there, she would be as still as possible and overplay her pain and discomfort so she could lull him. She did realize, in an abstract way, that she was happier to see him every time he was there. She smiled before she could stop herself, her heart fluttered and her first thought was that she was happy he was so close. She told herself it was normal, if she faked it so long, it would become instinctual eventually. Wouldn't it?

He came in almost two weeks later looking angry. "How are you?" He asked tersely, "Can you sit up yet?"

"I don't think so?" she lied, disguising the lie by trying to pretend to sit up and wincing and gasping in pain. She fell back to the bed, not having to pretend like it still hurt. It did, but not as bad as she was making it out.

He made an annoyed sound and yanked a drawer open, pulling out a needle and vial of clear fluid. Something he only did now when he wanted her to sleep while he was gone.

"What's wrong?" she asked fearfully, but he didn't answer, just rammed the needle in her arm and shoved the liquid in. He left, slamming the door and she had a moment of worry before the drugs started kicking in.

She woke in the darkness and could feel him next to her. She knew he was awake because he was on his back. He slept on his side and only laid on his back when he was angry or thinking. She rolled to him, whimpering slightly at the pain and clutching at him. He moved his arm to put around her, but said nothing as she lay on his shoulder. She trailed her fingers over his chest as she sighed sleepily.

"What's wrong my love?" she asked, half yawning.

"Nothing," he answered too quickly.

"I can try to move more if you want? Gain my mobility faster? Push myself harder? You want me to try?"

He made a non-commital noise. After a few more minutes of silence, he finally spoke. "Can you handle a car ride?"

"How far?"

"Eleven hours."

"I don't know. Can I lay back in the seat?"

"Yeah, and I can give you meds for the ride, but you will have to be awake and alert and stand when we get there. Can you do that?"

"I will do my best. Where are we going?"

"Vegas. You are mine to take care of and worry about, no one elses."

"Oh," she said softly, knowing this was about her mother. Had she come looking? Again? "When do you want to leave?"

"Tomorrow night, late."

"I will try and be ready," she said, turning to kiss his chest. "I will be Felicity Allard," she said softly. It should have made her afraid, but she went warm all over and smiled, feeling a little giddy.

His arm tightened slightly as he moved his head as if to look down at her, though it was too dark to see anything. He made an amused noise, then stroked her arm lightly.

She sighed happily, despite knowing that she should be upset and fighting against this. The truth was, it did thrill her to think of being his wife. She knew it shouldn't, but it was there all the same.

She didn't really come to with any clarity until she was in the car. He had her in the backseat, curled up and still strapped in awkwardly with two seatbelts. She shifted, the pain twinging lightly, but she let out an agonized sound as if it hurt badly. She moved her arm and felt movement, then looked at the silver bracelet on her arm. Where had that come from?

"Babe?" Dillon asked worriedly.

"I'm ok! I just...it still hurts, sorry. I moved wrong."

"If I pulled off do you think you could sit up in the front seat if I moved you?"

"I will try. Anything for you Dil," she said, making herself sound a little out of it. "It's so dark, what time is it?"

"3:44 AM."

"Oh, Dil, you must be exhausted! Do you need me to help keep you awake?"

"I'm ok babe, I had a nap with you before we left. I would like the company though."

She yawned and turned slightly, getting off of her sleeping hip. "When we pull off can we get food?" she asked, her stomach growling loudly.

"Sure babe, but there isn't much open right now. You get Taco Bell or Taco Bell."

"Hmm, I guess Taco Bell sounds good," she said jokingly, actually smiling. "How much further, do you think?"

"Four and a half hours according to the GPS. Think you will make it? Being able to walk and stand?"

"I can manage it, I think. For this, I can bear anything," she said wistfully, her voice dreamy.

From the lights on the dash, his face was lit up and she could see his profile and the smile on his face. It was a happy, content smile. She shifted and whimpered again, then hoped her act was fooling him. She hoped all of this was fooling him.

He finally pulled over and carried her to the front seat as she grimaced and managed a few tears, clutching him and panting. He stroked her face lovingly and kissed her head, then got them some food. In twenty minutes, they were back on the highway.

She held his hand and smiled and talked excitedly about what was about to happen. She smiled dreamily. "Is it awful that I can't wait to make love to you as your wife? I know we have fooled around, had sex and everything... but as your wife. I will really be yours then, Dil. Can you imagine?

"Yeah babe," he said, his eyes shining. The sun was starting to come up now. "I'm excited too."

She grinned and stared at him dreamily

She wasn't sure what she expected when Vegas came into view, but she felt disappointed. She was expecting lights and crowds and excitement. There were no lights, it just felt like a tourist trap with a few bedraggled people walking the sidewalks. She guessed that early in the morning wasn't their most exciting time.

Dillon pulled into a lot and grabbed his phone, looking for something. He made a frustrated noise and tossed his phone down, looking around.

"You tired babe?" he asked.

"I could sleep."

"Let's get a hotel and sleep, then come back later in the afternoon."

"Ok?" she said, leaving the question hanging, but he said nothing. He was in a bad mood now as he pulled out and drove to a hotel. He left her in the car and went in to get the room, parked in front of a door, then carried her into the little room. He eased her onto the bed, then cranked up the AC to high and fell onto the bed with a deep sigh.

She reached for his hand and he rolled, putting an arm across her shoulders as he kissed her temple then nuzzled into her hair. After twenty minutes, she pulled the blankets up over both of them, then finally fell asleep.

Dillon woke up with a jerk, sitting up violently as he yanked his phone up. "Shit!"

"Dil?" she asked, yawning. She had a headache now.

"It's fine, I just slept longer than I wanted to. A lot longer. I guess I was tired. It's fine."

"K," she said with a sigh. "I need the restroom, can you help me stand? I want to try and walk on my own, see how hard it is."

He helped her and she struggled to the restroom, grimacing and biting her lip, acting like it was all she could do to walk the few steps. She closed the door and came back out after a few minutes. "I will be ok, Dil," she said, panting. "The more I walk the easier it will be to get used to it. My body is sore from not moving much. I want to try."

"Good," he said, kissing her head. "You ready?"

"Yeah!"

They left and it was dusk, which surprised her. He took them back to the strip and parked, then started leading her slowly down the strip. They passed a few open casinos and as she looked into the crowded places, she began forming a plan.

"Dil!" she said desperately.

"Babe?"

"I need the restroom! Now! My... my stomach."

He hurried her into the nearest Casino, his face full of concern. There was a restroom not too far from the front and she hurried in. She washed her hands and hid from the door opening and closing and waited for her chance. It came with a large group of girls who came in, talking loud and laughing with pink bachelorette sashes on. She ducked low and followed them out, keeping a larger girl between her and Dillon. He was leaning on the far wall, watching the bathroom door and glancing at his phone.

The girl looked at Felicity curiously and glanced at Dillon, then looked at her again. She held a finger up to her lips and the large girl dismissed her as she kept walking with them all the way to a sort of hall full of slot machines. She ducked into it, letting the girls move on. She stayed low and sat in an empty slot machine seat where she could see Dillon through a little triangle of space between a slot machine and an older woman's neck and chin. He was watching the door with a scowl now and after several long minutes, he stood off the wall and looked around in stress. He walked forward and Felicity moved to watch him go to the bathroom door and knock. He caught a girl coming out and asked her something. She went back in, then came out a moment later, shaking her head. Dillon looked panicked, then pushed into the bathroom himself. Seconds later, he came out, looking both ways. He started her way and she ran to the end of the hall of slot machines. It was a dead end. She did see a tiny space, just big enough to squeeze into next to a slot machine, but there was a plant there. She dove into it, pushing through the plant and getting behind it. There was enough room for her to stand between the 90 degree corner wall, the slot machine and the tall plant. She could barely see through the leaves and it was dark enough she was sure no one could see back there.