Helen listened to the sound of the bike and in some strange sense took comfort in it. The bike was like some large growling beast something that may protect her but in the realaity of things... she was sorely wrong completely wrong. While the engine roar Helen kept her head down and finally let the full weight of the night fall on her. Tears streaked down her face while Eric took her to her home, glad that she was silently crying under the roar of the bike, he wouldn't know.<br/><br/>Once they finally reached her house and Eric got off she felt vaulnerable and out of place on his bike. Though more then anything wearing a skirt on a bike just didn't work the same way pants did. Her hands reached down between her legs to make sure she didn't flash herself to him as she got off.  She climbed off the bike sloppily but she managed to plant her feet on the ground safely.<br/><br/>"Thank you Eric."<br/><br/>Even though there was distance between herself and Rick she still didn't feel safe as she looked up at her house. She turned her gaze back to him and sheepishly kicked at the ground as she spoke.<br/><br/>"Will you come in with me? It just doesn't feel safe even though I know he didn't get her before us."<br/><br/>Her confidence level wasn't as high as it had been when she was sitting at the bar with him. She waited a moment for him to follow her into the house. As she went through the house she flicked on every light along the way, as though she exoected Rick to pop out from around the next corner. Finally making it into the back of the house to her and Rick's room, she went to the closet and pulled out a travel bag.  She set the bag on the bed next to her black lacey nightware. She didn't pay it much ateention as she was gathering underware, pants, shirts, and sicks and shoes. There was no way in hell she was going to ware heels everywhere.<br/><br/>Stuffing it all into her travel bag she went to the joint bathroom to get her toothbrush and other stuff. Coming back to the room to stuff it all back into her bag. She pushed her lips together despite the pain it caused her. Zipping up the bag she was ready to get out of here but there was one more thing she had to do.<br/><br/>"Can you give me a moment to clean my face up?"<br/><br/>She left the bag on the bed befire going to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. There was the sound of running water as she wet a rag and used it to wipe the blood from her chin and lip. As she gazed at her reflection there was complete sorrow while she looked at her swollen eye and busted lip. Signing she put the rag down and turned the water off. Walking back into the room while she spoke.<br/><br/>"I need to change my clothes its hard to be on your bike with a skirt on."<br/><br/>Going back to her dresser she took out a pair of pants and a large shirt. Slipping the skirt off, there was further bruising older ones aling her thighs front to back. She quickly stepped into her jeans and slid them up to fasten, the shirt was next and there was more bruising and fist prints over her ribs, slipping on the large white shirt she picked up her back and left the room.<br/><br/>"I didn't mean to take long but... I feel a littke better.'<br/><br/>Helen still avoided his eyes as she turned off lights and licked the house as they left. She looked at the bike and mentally kicked herself. Where was she going to out her bag at? She should have packed a little less. Standing barefoit by the bike she wasn't too sure were to out the bag, she looked to Eric helplessly qyestioning him with her green hues.<br/><br/>"Where do I put my bag or do I have to hold it?"