Run, Baby Run

Chapter Two

Tate ignored his inner thoughts telling him to make her run far away, anywhere but here. But he knew his job and he just couldn't do it. She is too young to be caught up in this! His thoughts screamed. Tate had just meet Lacey but he already wanted to protect her. He groaned to himself as he debated. But in the end his weaker side of him won. He held out his hand for her to take. Lacey's seemed confused but then she gently placed her hand in his. Her hand was very small to his but it felt...right, if that even makes sense. Then he felt his body get tingling. Tate hide his smile, as he felt warmth course through his body. He pulled her up with ease. Immediately he was regretting letting go.

"How are we going..to do this?"

Lacey asked as she followed him out the door. He sensed the panic and worry in her voice.

Tate felt like he was going to betray her from doing this. Guilt surrounded him. This wasn't right, he knew it. And deep inside he knew he knew it to. He gulped but continued to lead her down the long, narrow hallway.

"Right around the corner."

Was all he told her. Subconsciously he picked up his pace. He wanted this to be quick. He heard her footsteps not far behind so he knew he wasn't going to fast. They rounded the corner and stopped at a door. The door that would eventually ruin her life, she just didn't know yet. Shakily, he took a breath and twisted the knob. Her breath hitched as they entered. This place was very familiar to him but to her it was new territory. He let her take her time looking and analyzing the room. But Tate could barely look around, the white stained walls seemed to hold a certain haunting feeling, and the chair, the only object in the room looked like a death trap. And it wasn't far from it. Lacey curiosity grew as she wondered to the white chair. Tate wished he could lead her away but now it was too late. She got closer then placed a hesitant hand on it. He held his breath and walked towards her. But not to rush her, he stood next to her. Her crystal eyes looked up at him, and he detected fear. Gulping he wanted to ensure her that everything was going to be fine, even though it was far from it.

"You can still get out, you don't have to do this."

He whispered the lie. They both know she had no choice. Saying she did, Tate thought it would put her a some ease. She stubbornly shook her head.

"Just tell me what to do."

She murmured hoarsely. Y