On the Run

Chapter 20

Someone's hand starts to shake my shoulder causing me to wake up screaming.

"Whoa, calm down Amy it is okay," Liz sits on my bed. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead and Logan is standing in the doorway wearing a concerned look. My breathing is ragged and it takes me a moment to realize that it was only a dream.

"What happened? We came in and heard you screaming," Liz explains.

"It's nothing," I shake my head. "I need to get some fresh air." I roll out of bed and walk past Logan knowing that he would follow me.

"Why were you yelling the new kids' name?" he asks me as soon as we get outside. I turn around and face him, afraid of what he may have found out.

"What do you mean?" I ask, playing the I-don't-know-what-you-are-talking-about card. I remember the dream very vividly.

"You were shouting Dillon's," he tells me. I look down at my shoes pretending to remember. "Where do you know him from?" His voice is even but when I looked into his eyes there was rage.

"I don't know him," I lied. If Logan knew that Dillon and I were together...I push the thought away.

"Don't you have work tonight?" I ask him, trying to change the subject. I'm trying to keep my voice even and not snap at him.

"I got my shift covered. Blake called Liz when we were leaving school asking for us to come and check up on you." he snaps.

"Well I'm fine so you can leave," I snap back at him. My patience with him has finally snapped. Shock flickered across his features but he quickly recovered.

"Talk to me when you are done lying to me," he words cut like knives. I watch him walk done the hall and turn around the corner without looking back. This is his fault. I turn and enter the apartment, slamming the door behind me. Liz is sitting on the couch waiting for an explanation.

"Grab a jacket," I command. "We are going on a walk." I grab my phone off my bed and shoot Bruce a message.

Me: What do you want from me?

Bruce: Nothing at the moment.

Bruce: I am going away for a few weeks. Enjoy your present.

That sick bastard. Liz emerges from the apartment and locks it behind us. We silently make it down the hall and out of the complex. Out on the street, I hailed a cab. I know exactly where Dillon is staying. I tell the driver the address of the motel that we first stayed at and a small gasp escaped from Liz. I decide to ignore it and the questioning look that she is giving me. First I need to talk to Dillon and then I can tell Liz about him.

We pull up to the familiar place and I hand the driver the money and asked for him to stay. We make our way down the hall and I see him leaning against the door, smoking.

"Amy, what are we doing here?" Liz whispers. I ignore her question, my eyes glued on my subject in front of me.

"I knew you would come around sooner or later," he coolly says with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him point blank. I want answers from him. I watch him take one last drag before the cancer stick falls to the ground. He exhales a cloud of smoke and turns and opens the door. I follow right behind him into the room that Liz and I briefly called home.

"Not you," he points to Liz. I shake my head and grab her hand pulling her inside. She is here to make sure that I don't do anything stupid.

"Or not," he mutters.

"Answer my question," I command. My patience is wearing thin today and I feel like I am going to explode.

"No 'Hi Dillon, I am so glad to see you'?" he questions. I throw my head back and laugh.