New York to Seattle

CHAPTER 8 - GETAWAY CAR

" Okay so let me just call up Evan and ask if he has some place for us to stay the night, okay? " Ryan said and I gasped, " No Ryan,  no fucking way, we're not dragging your friends into this. Let's just stay here. They won't look here again. At least I hope they won't. "

We were standing in Ryan's messed up kitchen. The utensils were all over the place. Broken pieces of China were scattered around. Some of the bar glasses were shattered too. The broken glass was making me anxious again so I quickly looked away.

" I don't think they'll be watching us right now Evelyn, they'll never know where we are, plus this place is a mess," Ryan said. " Probably, but they will find out that I was there and when they come looking, they'll do just what they did to this place, " I pointed out and Ryan sighed, " Yeah, maybe you're right. "

" Yes, now can you please find me that well hidden box of cereal, I'm starving! " I said trying to change the topic and Ryan chuckled, " Okay, let's go feed the hungry lady in the house, " he winked at me playfully before walking over to the cabinets. I sat down at the table and rested my head in my hands.

" Oh, I found cheese and macaroni and some vegetables, will that do? " Ryan asked. " What, you couldn't find your own cereal? " I said while grinning at him. " Very funny, " Ryan scoffed and I chuckled. " Yeah that would do I guess, let me make a salad, " I said walking over to the counter. " Okay, I'll heat the mac and cheese then. " I shrugged, " Cool. "

I got to work to make a salad with whatever there was in the fridge, which wasn't much, but at least the fridge was still working. " When was the last time you went shopping? " I asked him, only for him to laugh it off. " Ha, I don't know a few weeks ago maybe, " he said and I rolled my eyes at him. " You need to shop for some groceries Ryan, " I said and he saluted the air, " Aye, aye Captain! " I shook my head at him.

We ate dinner in comfortable silence until Ryan broke it. "Do you think we should call the police? " He suddenly asked. " I don't think so, I'm sure Stella would have reported me in the police by now and she obviously knows that I would be on my way to Portland so the cops will recognise me and alert her. We can't afford that, " I said while playing with the macaroni in my plate.

" Who's Stella? " He asked and I sighed defeated, " Stella Johnson is my aunt, the lady who is after me and has sent people out to kill me." Ryan snapped his head up to me, " Why would she want to kill you? "

I hesitated. Talking about Stella never did any good to me except opening up old hidden wounds. However I wanted to get this out of my system. Call me childish but I wanted some one else to hate her too.

All my life I had tried to convince people that she was evil, but nobody listened to me ever. They called me an ungrateful child cause in their eyes she was the kind woman who had taken her brother's only daughter in after he and his wife died. If only they knew who she really was.

I sighed before answering, "Because... well, she's a control freak. Ever since.....ever since my parents died, she has been trying to control me in every way possible. She's a sick bitch who doesn't leave any opportunity to remind me how fucking alone I am, that I have no family. I was so done with her conniving ways that at the night of the release of my album, when she was busy counting the number of copies being sold on the first day sale, I gathered up my things and left. But I didn't know that she had already hired people to actually track me down and kill me. You see if I die, she'll be the only standing member of the family and would automatically get the ownership of everything. But she obviously also wants me back because of the money and fame I bring home, so at the end of the day I really don't know what's gonna happen. "