Dependance

At first she had not noticed it, maybe out of shock, but there was something seriously wrong with her arm. Lorna could not pivot her elbow for shit, and if she tried, it felt like her humour bone would snap in two. She let the bottle and packet of medicine fall to the floor, her wrist not wanting the pressure anymore. Abruptly the car jolted to a stop and Vincent looked down at Lorna. She glanced around, thanking God there was no cars behind them. In fact this route was silent apart from them. The girl felt Vincent's hand gently bring her wrist up. He began to poke around at her elbow, and the girl let out a yelp, bringing her arm further into her body to protect it.

"Let me see." Vincent insisted, mumbling. The male brought out her arm again and began to feel around the joint. Lorna began to make straining noises in the back of her throat, trying hard not to scream down his ear. "It's come out of place."
Oh yay. She thought sarcastically. Suddenly force was greatly applied to her arm, and pain erupted along the limb. She did end up screaming this time. Lorna felt the bones snap back in place. Clutching her arm, moaning, she was amazed to find she could move it. True, it was sore as hell, but she could move it again!

"Ow...thanks, Vince. But, wasn't there a gentler way?" She asked, chuckling breathlessly. Vincent smiled slightly to her in response. Lorna heaved herself into the next seat cradling her arm. Vincent side-glanced in her direction and inwardly sighed, missing the warmth that was previously keeping the blood in his thighs circulating. There was a sudden sound of a prodding finger on the window.

"Look! A trail! We could hide down there for a while, can't we?" Said Lorna, turning to him with hope in her bruised face. Vincent momentarily noticed how her ringlets of brown hair framed her face sensually. His eye followed her slender finger to see an upcoming path, leading off the road. Well better than staying on a never ending road...He gave a pull on the right side of the steering wheel and veered off into the unknown. He had a bad feeling they were walking (well...driving) into something not wanted; like a lamb to the slaughter. Due to the small size of the path, branches whipped the car in a frenzy, as if the trees wished to enslave them. Lorna spotted caterpillar entrails on the windshield - then ten minutes later the girl spotted a structure of wood jutting out of the vegetation. As the two got closer, their eyes widened in awe. It had an old fashioned, yet regal look about it. Log columns held the porch roof up which sheltered a hard looking swinging bench and ancient looking deck chairs. And oak doors beckoned them to enter.

Vincent pulled the car to the stop, put the handbrake on, and the two stepped out of the car.

"Sounds quiet... If it's abandoned, do you think we could stay here?" The female asked, observing the surrounding area. It appeared to be one of those place's where you could sit outside the cedar stained log cabin, and roast marshmallows at midnight without a worry in the world. Vincent stayed silent for a moment. Well if her father did want to find them, this would not be an obvious place to look, like the Gas Station was. And the trail just looked like it was leading into a forest path were joggers might run in the mornings. He hoped he had not left any tyre marks.

"Sure." Lorna smiled. Maybe this could be the place where she could settle down. It was charming...though it probably needed some work on it. They both headed for the majestic oak doors, Vincent taking the brass handle in his hand, and went inside. The door silently flew open, and they were shocked to find everything was not as dusty as they expected.

"Must have been left recently..." Lorna muttered to herself, running a hand along the softly cushioned mahogany furniture. She plopped herself down in a three seater and sank into the material, sighing in comfort. Re-opening her eyes, she saw Vincent land on a two seater. Lorna began to laugh hysterically. All she could see were two legs popping out from under copious amounts of shopping bags. Stepping up from the sofa, Lorna crossed the room and removed a random bag, to find Vincent's face. She began to chuckle again.

"I would have helped you with those if you asked, you know."

"Your arm?" He asked.

"Well, I have another." She began to root through the bags and pick up the ones she identified as hers, however much her arms protested. "I think I'll go choose my room, you coming?" Vincent nodded in reply and gathered the rest of the bags. They headed up the stairs, the crinkley shuffling of bags breaking what would be a silence. Besides the fact they had just landed themselves a free house, there was something a tad more monumental happening. There was one bedroom.

"Uh...don't think there is any need to choose." Mumbled Lorna, staring blankly at the threshold. Vincent stayed silent, then headed into the room, dropping the bags on the navy blue quilted bed. "Better start putting things away then." Said Lorna, noting the wardrobes and cupboards.

For the next hour, the two worked to put all of their belongings away. The fact that there were no other items in the room helped soothe their fears about the owners coming home and catching them lounging in their house. They both decided that since Vincent was the one with less items, he should have the closet and Lorna have the wardrobe. Later on, after he was finished with his load, he began to help Lorna sort her clothes out. Though he was rather stumped when all that was left was her underwear; Lorna herself had not noticed because she had busied herself with trying to fold a hoody with one hand. It was like Vincent had starred into Medusa's eyes and now stood like a statue. There were sinful shades of red, dark purple and black that made his stomach tingle with some unknown force. However he spotted a pastel pink set and found himself imagining her in it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! He shook his head violently and steered himself out out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, rapidly. The laminated flooring echoed soflting under his boot clad feet as he seated himself at the marble worktops.

The girl wondered wether the plumbing and heating were working, she went to the bathroom, and began to fiddle about with the taps and the toilet. She was please to find everything was in working order - she did not fancy taking a freezing cold bath for the sake of being clean. Spotting herself in a full length mirror, the girl starred at her reflection. She was horrified to see that all of her clothes were covered in dust.

Bloody cupboards...anyway I think it's about time I shed this shell of grease.

With that in mind she trotted to her room, eager for a good long soak, and rumaged through her wardrobe. She picked up a purple fluffy towel with an evil looking pixie on the side, and a black bathrobe which had a devil's tail printed on the back. She cant remember for the life of her why she got those towels but they sort of appealed to her at the time, and it was a shopping spree. The girl proceeded to gather some shampoo's and other bath products.

Half an hour later, Lorna was squeaky clean and feeling pampered. She had never been so releaved to have a bath before in her life! The young woman stationed herself in front of the mirror, naked, and checked herself over. The big bruise on her face was going away nicely, and there was only a little purple around her neck. However her chest and right arm were a completely different colour to the rest of her, those areas having had a large shelf impact into them. The hot bath had helped to soothe her aches. And speaking of aches, she had not checked the stitching she had applied to Vincent's back since the night she had dug him up. Pulling the bathrobe around her and tying her hair up in the towel, Lorna exited the bathroom and headed downstairs to find Vincent in the kitchen, staring hard out of the window. She positioned herself next to him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lorna asked. Vincent nodded mildly, obviously thinking about other things.

"It's dark, so I'll go and get us some food." He announced in a gruff tone, getting up from the table.

"From where, though?"
"Anywhere."

"Okay, but wait a minute." Lorna said, jumping up from her seat and rushing upstairs. She came back down with a pen and paper. "I'll just write a list of nessecities, and the rest is up to you." After a quick scribble, the sheet was handed over. Vincent nodded to her and headed outwards. The girl sighed as the door clicked shut. He was just too helpful.

In the yellow, mud splattered truck, Vincent starred down at the list, eye as wide as a celebrity's ego.

Chocolate raisins, tampons, chocolate chip cookies, sanitary towels, hot water bottle, lemon tea, bubble bath, lots more choclate, marshmallows, and chocolate sauce.
What the hell?