One Hundred Days

Day 13

I woke up on the bottom bunk. I hit my head sitting up. I slid out of bed and glanced out the window. Behind my bike was a car. Mikey's car. I froze. Should I hand myself over to my brother or should I run again? Carefully I picked up my bag and ran downstairs. I grabbed some breakfast bars and slid them into my bag before eating one running out the door. I peaked into the car. Calum was asleep curled up with his mouth open and behind him was a mess of red hair. Michael. I paused looking at them. I never thought they'd come look for me. I grabbed my sticky notes and wrote sorry. I can't come with you and stuck it onto the windscreen. I looked back at Cal. I smiled to myself he was so sweet to me. I saw him stir. I grinned as his eyes fluttered open. I peeled off the sticky note and screwed it up. He looked so thankfully as I stood there smiling at him. He opened the door and got out. He ran over to me.

"You're an idiot," he muttered hugging me tight.

"Hypocritical much," I giggled. He was still tired. He picked me up and took me back to the house. I opened the door. He looked around. The first thing he saw was a picture of little me with little Michael sat in the garden of our old house. The one we had near here. He walked closer to it.

"You had a bruise on your neck when this was taken," he mumbled, "But Mikey looks worse off," I nodded he got the worst of it when we were little as he'd protect me. But he left so there was no one to protect me. Calum went from picture to picture. I followed him around, careful to stead him away from all the photo albums that were stashed away in the living room. I heard the front door slam. Cal and I was is in the kitchen looking for some food. Calum moved in front of me. He wouldn't be much of a shield if it was mum. He edged falward to see who it was. He ducked as a hand went to hit him but his eyes were laughing. Mikey was awake.

"Who would've guessed Calum would be raiding the kitchen," He grinned staring at me. I was further back in the room, Calum still in between us.

"You never said," Calum sighed ruining the mood. Indicating around the room to various pictures of Mikey and me. Each on we were smiling but you could tell we were abused. The amount if bruises on us.

"You never asked," Mikey mumbled coming over to me and pulling me close. I cuddled into him. I heard his heart beat against his chest. Being here with Mikey made things seem so surreal. Like this was just a dream and I'd wake up any second at mum's house. Just them Nan walked in. Mikey let go of me.

"Hello madam, Chloe let us in," Calum said. Nan smiled at him.

"You know then I take it," Someone else said walking in. A young man walked in not much older than my boys, the boys.

"Know what," Michael demanded. The boy glanced to me.

"She has a bounty on her head. She's worth something to some rich dude," he said, "She's lucky she's not been kidnapped already wandering around the country unprotected."

"Why should I believe you," Calum piped up.

"Because I've been sent to look after her," He mumbled, "My name's Ben," I noticed he had a accent. English I think. It sounded familiar. His voice. He handed Mikey a sheet. That had elaborate swirls and patterns on, I suppose so that it couldn't be forged.

"Okay," Mikey drew out, " We're going to go back home now, you're welcome to join us Gran," Gran shook her head.

"I'm too old for this travailing malarki," She pulled a small smile, "Have fun, Chloe."

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We pulled up the drive at sun set. Mikey had spent the first half of the drive questioning Ben about his line of work then the second half asking him about his accent. It bored me quite a bit. But I was home now. Calum and I got out the car as a man walked towards us.