Tommy moved back into the house a couple of more times, bringing out boxes of canned goods (mostly dog food, as he wasn’t leaving Bingo behind this time) and stuck them in the back with their things. He then shut the boot and watched Rose who heard the sirens nearby. “We’re not done, Thomas!” she shouted at him as she hurried toward her motor bike. He leaned against the back of the truck and shrugged.
“Oh yes we are,” he laughed a little bit as he watched her move on. He then turned his attention to Rebecca, leaning in to press his lips against her cheek. “Don’t know, really. There’s a little house nearby where we camped out that I want to check out. Friend told me about it, not sure if it really exists, but might be a nice getaway.” He paused and looked at her bike. “Want to bring it?” He moved to the back seat, opening the door and making a kissy noise for the dog. “In you go, buddy. Good boy,” he said when the dog jumped in.
“We can stop at the general store on the way out of town and get stuff that we need and such. I figure we could get away from this nutcase for awhile.”
Rebecca followed the retreating motorbike with her eyes, an eyebrow raised, and she looked around at the sound of the sirens before her attention was captured by Tommy, tipping into the kiss with a much wider smile than before. “Oh, yeah?” She glanced back at his house and then towards her bike. She paused before shaking her head, deciding that if this house was near where they camped, then it would be on the beach. There was no point in trying to cycle on the sand.
She watched Bingo and came forwards when Tommy had closed the door, quickly returning the kiss to his cheek before passing him and opening the passenger door, leaning against it. “Wherever you go I go.” She reminded him, a grin playing at her lips. And, really, an escape would be nice- not that there was anything to escape from, but a change of scenery was at least something. They both seemed to like the beach and it held something special especially to her after the camp-out.
And Rose kept going — at this point it all sounded like white noise. He rubbed the side of his temples, eyes closed and when he opened them, he found that Rebecca was next to him. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, motioning to Rose with his head before wiggling his fingers in the womans direction. “Apparently she thinks we’re made for each other based on one night of terrible drunken fornication,” he used his most sarcastic tone as he could get. “And she doesn’t think protection orders apply to her.”
He turned his eyes toward Rose and then down the street. “Keep talking, stupid, the sheriff will be here at any time,” he commented before sliding away toward the house. He walked backwards, pressing his hands together in prayer and giving Rebecca an apologetic look that Rose couldn’t see. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed at her before turning around to walk in the house to retrieve more stuff.
Tommy returned with another rucksack, pushing past Rose who didn’t know whether to believe him or not. “You really are stupid. I tell ya the sheriff is comin’ and that you’ve violated a protection order and ya’are still here.”
Rebecca’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and, more than anything, realization. She hadn’t paid Rose much attention in the past, but her unusual attachment to Tommy was becoming clear, following him with her eyes as he left for more things and she couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her lips. She shook her head in a ‘don’t worry about it’ motion, fingers tightening around the strap of her backpack before she timidly dropped it with Tommy’s bags in the truck, assuming that wherever he was going, she was going, too.
Her eyes lingered on Rose and she didn’t like the way she looked back at her, but her words were still being directed at Tommy, and thankfully her attention was drawn back to him when he returned. Rebecca stood awkwardly beside the Jeep, not wanting to get too involved in this, especially if apparently Rose wasn’t all right in the head. Her eyes searched for Tommy’s and when he caught her gaze, she jutted a thumb at the truck, mouthing the words, “Where are we going?”
Tommy was in his bedroom, packing a rucksack and listening to the shouting with half an ear. He wasn’t in the mood for this — threatening this woman hadn’t helped, putting out a protective order hadn’t done any good. He moved out of his room and shoved past Rose (literally), listening to her shouting in his ear. He had the rucksack of his shoulder when he saw Rebecca, a smile crossing his face and Rose noticed. He held up a hand. “Shut up, shut up,” he growled at her, pointing a finger in her face. “You were a one nighter, why you keep hangin’ around like we’re made for each other is really annoyin’ me.”
He smiled at Rebecca then, walking by her. “You’re just in time,” he commented nonchalantly before hitching his head at the woman staring at him agape near the door of his bedroom. He turned and walked out the door, rucksack over his shoulder.
Rose looked unsure what to do next, but finally she made out the door behind him to keep at him. He opened the boot of the truck and threw the rucksack in. He figured he could stop at the general store on the way out of town to pick up whatever they’d need. He turned to her and waved his hands. “What part of ‘one nighter’ seemed to go over your head?” he waved at her. “Goodbye, get lost.”
Rebecca’s eyes landed on Tommy when he came out of his room, briefly moving over the rucksack thrown over his shoulder but then they were back on Rose when she continued shouting, a frown settling over her features. Even when Tommy smiled at her, she could only respond with a look of pure confusion and she stepped aside to let him leave, eyes returning to Rose.
She remained silent and quickly swerved out of the way when Rose followed after Thomas, Rebecca’s gaze veering over the room before she came outside after them both, pulling her own bag off from her shoulders and watching the two bicker. Well, she was shouting at him, he just seemed determined for her to go away.
She came forwards and carefully moved around Rose to get to Tommy, looking at the Jeep and then to him, raising a brow with a ‘what the hell is going on?’ expression. She didn’t think she’d actually need to say anything if her face didn’t say it all, glimpsing back at Rose.
She wasn’t sure if she was calling it home just yet. She’d usually stay the night, every night, but she had to return to her Grandfather’s old place, just to check everything was still in one piece. She cycled her way back to Tommy’s, another bag of clothes over her shoulders since the more she stayed there, the more she packed his cupboards full of her own things.
She slowed the pace when she heard a woman’s voice, tempered and yelling from not far off, and it was only when she was close enough that she saw Rose’s motorbike parked outside of Tommy’s place. Her eyes narrowed a fraction and she climbed off the bike, leaving it beside Rose’s and rounding the building to get to the front door, edging it open and wincing away from her shouting, searching for Tommy.
The Movie: Womb (2010)
The Kissers: Matt Smith & Eva Green
What’s Happening: Tommy finds out the woman he’s been living with his entire life isn’t who she says she is.
Why: If you see this movie prepare to feel very dirty by the end of it. This kiss leads up to the main act where all the dirtiness will seep into your skin. Because the entire movie is leading up this kiss and the consequential rough sex that follows and minute by minute it got more icky feeling. He is a bit too rough with her, but you can’t really blame him after what he finds out.
