(Lights up on the DEALER’s apartment. He is sleeping on the mattress, shirtless. The SEEKER pounds on the door. The DEALER groans but does not stir. There is more knocking. He leaps up, looks through the peephole, and opens the door. The SEEKER rushes past him without so much as a greeting.)
SEEKER: (Bordering on hysteria) I tried to stay out of sight on the way back but I ran into an enforcer and he didn’t suspect anything between us but I lied and told him I was lost and he brought me back home and he’s my mother’s parole officer and he was going to arrest me and she hit him with a vase and I panicked and I didn’t know where else to go I just– (He stops her words with a kiss. She is initially stunned by the contact but soon relaxes into it.) I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
DEALER: Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. It’s all going to be fine. (He holds her close, stroking her hair.) Why don’t you take a deep breath and try telling me that again?
SEEKER: I was headed back when I ran into an enforcer. I tried to get away from him using an excuse, saying I got lost, and he just offered to help me find my way home. When we got to my apartment, he recognized my mother. He’s her parole officer. He threatened to take me down to the police station for some questioning and my mom knocked him out with a vase. I ran straight here. I don’t know what to do.
DEALER: Hey, that’s all right. I meant it when I said you’re going to be fine. You trust me, don’t you?
SEEKER: With my life.
DEALER: That’s all I needed to hear. (Before the SEEKER can say another word, the DEALER begins throwing stuff in a duffel bag resting on the mattress. The Bible goes in first, followed by some other books, and then finally some clothing. He closes the bag and pulls it onto his shoulder.)
SEEKER: I’m going with you.
DEALER: You can’t. It’s too dangerous.
SEEKER: It’s more dangerous here.
DEALER: You’re running away with me? Sweetheart, you just met me.
SEEKER: You’ve changed my life. You’ve changed everything. Nothing can ever be the same for me, and I don’t want it to be. I don’t want to ever live without touch again. I owe you more than I can say.
DEALER: All I did was touch you.
SEEKER: I know. (They look at each other for a long time. The DEALER stops putting things in his bag. He sets it down on the couch and crosses over to where the SEEKER is standing. She doesn’t move. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her. She hugs him back. ) Does this mean I can go with you?
DEALER: It’s out of my hands. The minute I saw you, I was in trouble. I think I’d let you follow me to the ends of the earth and beyond if you wanted.
SEEKER: That settles it.
DEALER: Once again, I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.
SEEKER: I know.
DEALER: You’ll have to give up whatever else is here for you–school, work, your family… You won’t be able to come back.
SEEKER: I know.
DEALER: You probably won’t be able to talk to anyone here once we get where we’re going. Can’t give ourselves away.
SEEKER: I get it.
DEALER: Okay, fair enough. You’ve said your goodbyes?
SEEKER: More or less. I… I wanted to give my mother something before we left, if there’s any time.
DEALER: There might be. What is it?
SEEKER: It’s nothing. I wanted to give her a hug. (The apartment is quiet for a long time. The DEALER smiles.)
DEALER: I think we can do that. Let me finish packing up and then we’ll head to your place.
(The SEEKER smiles him as she watches him return to packing his bag. She goes over to him and interrupts him by kissing him on the mouth. When she pulls away, he grins. Lights fade.)
To Be Continued…
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