Run, Baby Run

Chapter Three

Tate took another step closer. He desperately wanted to wrapped his arms around her and tell anything that would make her feel secure. But they were practically strangers. He knew if he allowed her to do as she pleased her life would forever be ruined and he couldn't allowed it. He just wouldn't. Not to her. Her bright blue eyes stared up at him with fear and confusion.

"I can help. Give me a chance."

He said softly. Whatever she was hiding he could help or at least he could comfort her. She needed to know that what she wanted him to do was wrong. Her head tilted as she studied him. He knew Lacey was trying to tell if he was sincere. After a moment her eyes dropped, and that made Tate think that there was hope. But no, she shook her head, apologetic.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

She admitted looking away from him. Why could be so wrong? His curiosity sparked.

"I just need this."

She said pleadingly. Tate forced himself not to look at her as he shook his head. How could he have said no while staring at her pleading gaze?

"It's your job. You don't have a choice."

She pointed out, meekly. Tate forced the emotions not to cross his face as he looked at her. He knew it was his job, but he wouldn't let her get suck into this trap, even though she believes it is what she wants.

"Do you even know what you are getting yourself into?"

He asked. He watched Lacey's face crunched up. Then her head tilted.

"Does it even matter?"

Astonished, he raises his eyes brows. How could she even ask that question? If was as if she could care less about her well being. What was wrong?

"Do you?"

He asked again , this time with more force. He decided to question about her earlier question, it wouldn't do any good. She paused to think, then her arms folded across her chest.

"It's better than here."

Tate saw the fear in her eyes. He knew she thought it would be better than here. But he didn't know how she could think that. It was obvious that she had no clue. He didn't know how else to get it across to her that she truly didn't want to go there.

"Believe me when I say, where you want to go, it is pure hell."

He knew he didn't sound convincing but at least he tried.

"I'm already in hell."

Was all she said and again he wanted to know what she was talking about.

"Are you in danger?"

Tate asked concerned. He watched her clear blue eyes turn dark, and he was sure that she was indeed in trouble.