Escape to Maine || May 6 || Addie, Nash, and David Wilson(NPC)
Nash and Addie had decided that leaving in an early hour of the morning would be near to impossible. Well, actually, Nash had wanted to leave before sunlight. His girlfriend, being concerned about his overall lack of sleep over the past number of weeks, had over ruled this. It hadn’t really taken very much convincing: just a few kisses and a good night’s sleep. By the time he woke up, it was 10 o’clock in the morning. The drive to Maine was calculated as 10 hours, so if they drove on good time, they could get to her father’s home by 8 or 9 o’clock at night.
They’d been traveling for an extremely long amount of time once Nash realized they were entering the town that was their destination. His girlfriend was in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. Every now and then, he took a glance over at her. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt the need to check on her and make sure she was alright. Stressed enough himself, he knew that she wasn’t taking any of this any easier. Addie was promising to stay by him despite the target on his back. Focusing back on the road, he shook his head slightly as the car’s headlights cut through the darkened expanse of pavement. Despite what she told him, heartfelt and genuine, Nash did feel responsible for all of this. He was telling himself that even if he didn’t mean to, he had caused it. There was still a nagging part of him that told him that he deserved all of this, but he knew enough now to push it back whenever it started to bite.
At one point, he was directed to back roads by their GPS-directed print-out from googlemaps. Concentrating on the road, Nash tried not to think about how nerve-wracking it was to be meeting his girlfriend’s father. He knew that they were basically living together, and given the fact that the former inmate had never met a girl’s parents or been in a true relationship, he was a little anxious about this meeting. Did David Wilson know about him? The case? Had he googled him in the hopes of doing an easy background check, and read lies that Bridget had perpetuated to the press? The idea of another person, someone close to Addie whom she trusted and loved, believing that crap still made him worry. Nash wasn’t used to concerning himself with what other people thought, but that might have all changed once someone called him a murderer and others accused him of lying about his traumatic childhood.
Pulling into a driveway, Nash read the correct house number under his breath and drove slow as the house came into view. Reaching a hand over to Addie’s shoulder, he spoke. “Looks like we’re here, babe.” Finding what he assumed was the best way to park the car, he turned the key and opened his driver side door so that the interior lights would stay lit.
