“You, are such a hick,” Miles whispered in her ear, grasping her elbow as she gawked, keeping her from tripping over her own two feet as they walked the streets of chicago.
“Are you complaining?” she asked looking up at him with a toothy grin.
“No,” Miles chuckled with a shake of his head as he looked into her mischievous eyes, “absolutely no complaints here.”
They continued along for a while until Miles stopped in front of a tall building. “Well, this is it. Home sweet home,” Miles said gesturing to the building in front of them.
“It’s so big!” Charlie breathed as she tilted her head back …show more content…
Up those stairs is the bed,” Miles explained as he walked further into the area dropping his pack by a large fire pit, making his way around the living area, looking for what she didn’t know, as she stood there shaking in anger and fear.
Finally, Ray called up the stairs, letting them know that the place was empty.
Miles came to a stop as he drew even with her. “I’ll be right back. Wait for me here,” he said without looking at her as he went back the way they’d come.
Charlie let out a shaky breath as she stood there trying to decide if she had made the biggest mistake of her life or not.
He returned carrying two glass and a bottle. Setting them on a cabinet nearby he poured himself a glass.
“I thought your name was Miles?” Charlie asked with a frown as she waited for his response.
Downing his drink, Miles poured another before answering her. “It is.”
Charlie began trembling. “Then why did that man call you Stu?”
“Does it matter?” Miles asked finally turning to look at her.
“Does it matter?” she gaped “Yes it matters! It matters because I left everything and everyone I know to come here with a man named Miles. Not Stu! If you’re going to lie to me about something like that then what else are you going to lie to me about? That’s why it matters!” she shouted causing him to …show more content…
“Bar’s make money, Charlie. They’ll get the idea that you’re easy bait. Either to rob or for blackmail. So, no, I don’t like the idea of you going off on your own, but there’s no reason why we can’t have Ray run the place every now and again when you feel the need for fresh air,” he continued, handing her a bucket that she sat up on the curb. “The first thing we need to do is start teaching you how to use a knife and sword. At least then I won’t worry about you going out for water and supplies on your own during the day.”
“What? What is it?” he asked ducking his head to get a good look at her face.
Charlie shook her head, “I was warned that it was dangerous outside of my village, but I never believed it. I thought the stories were just the adults way to scare the teens into making sure that they stayed put.”
“Com’on, let's go home,” he urged, picking up his buckets and waiting till she did the same.
When they returned, Miles sent Charlie on ahead as he filled a large pan on the stove in the corner. Tomorrow, they would boil it for drinking water. Making sure all the lamps and candles were extinguished, he headed