When I opened my eyes a few hours
Later, empty bed was. Shot straight up and looked around.
She was gone.
******* imagine last night.
I hear boards creak out in the living room.
****, she’s sneaking out.
Not only I was not letting her leave without getting her name, but she had no way to get home.
I bolted out of bed, bothering with my jeans, reached the living room. “ Hey—-“
Whipped around from where she was standing, fully dressed, by the front door. There she was staring at pictures below a trophy mount and an antique rifle.
My father picture and my grandfather.
Instead of that sated smile, her face was the picture of horror.
“ Are you okay?”
Hey she won’t backed away, edging toward the door, and tripped over one of her boots as she reached for the handle.
You may................. You’re..............Rodriguez
Smith. Aren’t you?” Expression was echoed by the horrified tone of her voice.

Normally they found out my name, they were on me faster than I could fend off.

Chin up. So, ****.” Reached down and grabbed her boots before ripping the door open.
Already partway down the drive before I hit the front porch.
“ Wait!”
Well she gave me a backwards glance and stumbled, dropping one of her boots. I didn’t even stop to pick it up. She just bolted.
****.