Pretty Little Get Away

Chapter 2

I start to wake up and then open my eyes slowly to find I'm in a house, on a couch, by a burning fire.

        At first I'm stuck wondering if this is real or not but then I hear voices. As they start to get closer I start to make out what the words are.

        "How did you find her? And why didn't you take her to a hospital? She has cuts and bruises all over her!"

        "I don't know, maybe because I know her!"

         The last part was a scream. They know me? How would they know me?

        "Mike you met her one day! You can't know someone in one day! It's-"

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And I don't hear the rest because I fall back to sleep under the influence of the sleepless nights I've had.

        I wake to find a girl no more than eighteen dressing the cut on my arm. She reaches over to something I can't see and when I she brings it back into view I see it's what looks like a wet rag.

        She grabs a bottle of what says disinfectant on the front and pores some on the rag. She takes hold of my arm and I feel the rough texture of the cloth on it. Once the wet part of the rag hits my cut, I let out a small groan.

        "So your awake," she says.

        "Yeah... Where the hell am I?," I say back.

        "Rosewood."

        "Wait... I'm in Rosewood? Oh my god. My friend went missing here..."

        "Wait, was her name Alison?," she says gently patting the rag on my cut.

        "Yeah, we met a few years ago... We went to Georgia at the same time. That's how we met."

        At the word Georgia, the girl almost jumps. And before I can say anymore the boy who came to get me off the road walks in. This time I get a good look at him. He has light brown hair and eyes. He's also handsome.

        He walks over and kneels on his knees next to me. Then it hits me. He's the boy I met at Washington. We vacationed up there when my mom was still alive. Most of the memory up there is a blur but some is clear. We locked eyes at a city party. Everyone was invited but my mom and dad went on a date together.

        I didn't think anything would happen, I was only thirteen. But once we locked eyes with each other it was like... Everything was perfect.

        "This is Mike," the girl says.

        "Yeah, I remember him..."

        "How you feeling?," he says.

        "I've been better. But it's better than back home."

        "So you did you run away?," the girl says.

        "Yeah."

        "Why?"

        "If I didn't I would be dead by now. I had a chance and I took it."

        "What do you mean?"

        "Ever since my mom died my dad's been drink'n. I dropped his mug and before that he said he would kill me if I messed up again. I was scared and I ran."