Run Run Lover Run

The car seats were damp.
Kee had left both windows open, in an attempt to get rid of the stale smell of smoke and the pungent taste of vomit. Rose pulled the two sweaters he had given her tighter around her shivering body. Her lips were slowly turning blue, but she would have rather frozen to death than continued to breathe in the poisonous fumes.
He was still driving. She looked outside, catching a glimpse of a sign reading a Northern town.

Where are we? Where are we going?

She sighed resentfully. Kee turned to her, that look in his eyes again, and turned away again, reaching for a packet of cigarettes. Stolen, like the stinking car. In fact, the only thing that was not stolen, was one of the two sweaters that were not keeping her warm. The blue one with their initials.
Rose contorted herself into the passenger seat beside Kee. He had lit a smoke and was puffing away, trying hard not to blow the sickening gas into Rose's face. He would have earned a mighty slap for that, no matter how tired she was.

"Do you know where we are?" She asked him later, before turning on the broken radio.
"Somewhere up north." He replied curtly.

I can't do this. I can't stand the smell, the taste, the sight, the atmosphere. Stop. Stop.

"I liked this song once upon a time." Rose said, turning the fake volume up. She started whistling along. Kee looked over at her and smiled his crooked smile.
"It was playing when we met."
"I know, you silly bugger. I know that."
They whistled together until their lips felt numb. Then Kee stopped in a hidden car park, just off the country road they had been driving down for the last half an hour.
Their kisses revived their lips. And suddenly the damp car seats did not matter anymore. The terrible smell had almost gone.

But we'll never be free of what we have done. Of what I have done. Of what I made him do.