Escaping this Nightmare

♡LOLA'S POV♡

Brian stood for a second, his hand trembling slightly beside his leg, then collapsed with a huff back into his seat. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, more glad than I was willing to admit that he was staying. I clasped my hands tightly together on my lap and stole a glance in his direction. His shoulders were hunched up to his ears and he'd propped up his legs onto the seat, even though there was a red sticker on the window above him that clearly said not to put feet on the seats. He was staring out the window like it was a lifeline and I could see him grinding his teeth back and forth in his mouth.

"What are you going to-" I began in a small voice.

"Why the fuck am I here?" He cut through me swiftly, turning his head in my direction, but not actually looking at me. His face unsettled me; his eyes were unfocused and distant and they stared at something far away, something that I couldn't see. He reminded me of a doll: eyes like glass and a stuck on expression.

"I don't know what you mean," I whispered, looking down at my hands. I didn't know what I was meant to answer to this shell of Synyster Gates.

"I mean what I said," he said in a wispy voice. "Why did I go to hospital, get in a fight, travel across a city I don't know and buy a really fucking expensive train ticket, just to help some random girl?"

I didn't respond because he sounded like he was pondering on the thought himself. Plus, I didn't have a clue why he had done all that for me. Wait, got in a fight? I wouldn't call his scrap with the ambulance driver a 'fight.'

"Brian, what fight is this? You know, you didn't really hurt the paramedic."

He shook his hand in my face, but his eyes were screwed shut, as if he was either thinking really hard or he had a bad headache.

"No I got into a fight with Arin," I didn't even get a chance to gasp at this revelation, as he clasped his hand over my mouth for a second time since he'd gotten on the train.

I pushed my head against him, but he was frustratingly strong and I was still pretty weak from my beating. I really needed to escape though; his hand was suffocating me with his beautiful smell and it made me want to put my own small hand in it and never let go. Desperate to hide my feelings but unable to push him away, I stuck out my tongue and licked his palm, making sure to get lots of spit all over him.

He yelped and pulled his hand away with a look of disbelief. I coughed and turned my head to the side, trying to hide my scarlet appearance. I was secretly relieved that I had managed to elicit a reaction from him though, breaking through his moment of spacing out.

"Di - did you just lick me?" he asked me incredulously. He put his feet down on the ground and leaned forward, staring into my eyes. I blinked rapidly and coughed into my hand, causing my hair to fall into my face.

"Sorry, but I couldn't breathe and my ribs are actually still really sore and I haven't got my strength back yet so I couldn't push you off so if you think about it then licking you was the only possible action for escape."I trailed off, realising that I was blabbering and he probably didn't care.

I jumped when I felt a cool hand touch my chin. My eyes swept up to meet his as he raised my face up. He reached out and brushed the lock of my hair that had fallen, back behind my ear. His hand lingered on my face and I could feel my heart start beating harder in my chest.

He began to speak, as soft and delicate as a butterfly's wings, as if he was scared that I would run away if he was too loud.

"Ah, now I know why I went through all of that for a girl. I did it because this girl is unlike any other I've met." I sat watching him in awe, not believing that he was saying this to me. "She was brave," he said this as he traced my cheek, "kind," then
my jaw, "and beautiful." He finished by running his finger round my lips.

We sat in silence for a few seconds as he let me absorb what he'd said.

"Oh and you're a bit nuts, but nobody's perfect, are they?" he joked, raising his voice back to a normal conversation volume.

I grinned and smacked his leg, "You nearly had me, Brian. But after that little remark, I'm afraid you've blown your chances."

He moved forward in his seat and flicked his hair out of his face.

"No way! My heart is breaking for I have never before been rejected," he groaned in a theatrical voice whilst clutching his chest as if his heart really were breaking.

I grabbed his hand and attempted to pull it off his chest but I was laughing too much so I kept losing my grip. He suddenly slumped, becoming a dead weight on me. I shook him and pinched his skin to rouse him but he wouldn't move

Fine, two can play at this game, I thought evilly.

I moved my hands to my stomach and moaned loudly, "I think I'm gonna throw up again Brian.

I let a bit of fake panic make my voice go higher, so I was nearly screeching.

Brian straightened up and his eyes, wild with concern ran over my body, checking for any signs of illness. When all he saw was me cracking up with laughter, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to sound stern.

"That's not funny! I thought you were really going to throw up," he whined but I saw the corners of his mouth twitching up. He wiped away imaginary tears then grabbed my waist and began to tickle me. I let out a yelp and tried to wriggle away from him but he wasn't relenting. I yelled his name and batted his hands away, but inside I was begging for him to keep going, to keep touching me. Unfortunately my fractured ribs began to protest when his hands moved higher and I accidentally let slip a huff of pain.

He immediently stopped and held my hand. "Lola, did I hurt you?"

His face was etched with worry and it felt natural to reach out and smooth it back to normal. He still hadn't shaved so his stubble was course against my hand.

"My ribs are just a bit sore, that's all. I did just do a hospital run away after all," I answered him, and the worry lines returned back to his face.

"How are you feeling?" he asked while I re-smoothed his face.

"Ok. I feel disgusting though; my hair and clothes are covered in blood which people have been staring at, and I really want a shower." I replied miserably, gesturing to my ruined T-shirt. I looked like an extra from a horror movie.

"We'll got off at the next stop and I'll buy you some clothes, then we can get back to the others."

I shook my head sadly. "I can't. I have to get back in time for tomorow morning. My parents still think I'm at El's house and I'd like to keep it that way. That's why I left the hospital: this is the train that El and I would have got back home if the concert had gone well. Luckily El's parents knew where we were so I can just tell them that we got split up."

Brian stuck out his bottom lip but before he could reply, the ticket inspector came round and asked us for out tickets. We both handed them over and then Brian, in a perfectly serious voice, asked the ticket guy "Why are these things so fucking expensive?"

I let my face fall into my hands, dreading the poor man's answer. Thankfully he just chuckled and said " Welcome to Scotland."

Once he had moved on I looked at Brian and said "You do realise that I'm going to travel a couple of hundred miles on this train. That's why the tickets are expensive. "

He help up a finger and grinned cheekily, "Don't you mean 'we' are going to travel a couple of hundred miles?"

I chewed the inside of my cheek and furrowed my brow. "Are you sure? You know my parents are most likely going to see you there?"

He spread his arms out wide and nodded his head towards himself, all the while wearing a devilish grin. "Better get comfy then."

I snorted and moved away from him, settling back into my chair and shutting my eyes. Seconds later, I felt his arms encompass me and pull me onto his lap. We were sitting so that he was leaning against the side of the train with his legs across both of out seats and me snuggled in between his legs and against his chest. It was very comfortable.

I sighed happily and let myself drift off. I was absolutely exhausted from my hectic night and was soon nearly lost to the land of unconsciousness when I heard a deep voice whisper in my ear:

"To answer your question, no. No I'm not sure about this. I don't want to leave all my best friends and go to meet some girl's scary parents. But you Lola, you're special. You make me want to do things that I would have never considered before. I'm not sure what I want from this, but I can tell you that I'm looking forward to the adventure I will inevitably experience with you. Now go to sleep, my nighttime runaway girl. "

Notes

So not a lot of action in this chapter but a lot of flirting!;)
Brian certainly is Mr Hot and cold isn't he! He also could not get over the price of public transport in Scotland! Join the club, Gates...

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