My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 22

　

Chapter 22

"One ticket to Los Angelas." I said faintly at the bus terminal. The ticket was about $50, since that was a long journey. Terrific. $50 of my money already gone. The mean looking lady held out a small paper ticket and I took a seat, prepared to wait until the 1:15am bus, which was about thirty minutes away.

I wondered if my parents were home. Had they seen the note? Had they called Liam? I doubted it. They probably assumed I was asleep and didn't bother going in the kitchen. My phone vibrated and I froze. I looked at it cautiously. It was a text from Liam. Good night babe, love you more than words can say. x

My heart broke a little when I didn't reply. He'd know immediately something was wrong then. I always replied to his texts. I pushed that out of my mind.

The bus terminal was busy, even though it was nearly one in the morning. I didn't mind. The people didn't know it, but they shielded me from sight, so if anyone I knew walked in here I wouldn't have to face awkward questions.

Finally 1:15 arrived, and I was the first on the bus. I took a seat in the very back and curled up in a little ball. I had an over six hour journey to Los Angelas, where I would find money and leave California... probably forever.

It was nearly eight by the time I actually got off the bus. I was starving and tired and my legs were stiff. I wanted more than anything to be in Liam's arms asleep with a glass of hot chocolate next to me, not caring about anything, only being with him.

I had gotten exactly fifteen texts since five this morning, all from Liam. He was asking where I was. What was wrong. I don't think he knew yet that I was gone, only that I was unreachable. Each time my phone had vibrated it took all of my will power not to call Liam crying and telling him I was lost, mentally and physically.

Los Angelas was busy even this early in the morning. And here I was, planning to get on a flight to somewhere I didn't know yet, with only $200. It probably cost $200 just for half of these people to look at you, let alone get out of the state.

I wandered around helplessly and hungirly. I really needed that $200, but what good would money do if I was starving? I went into the first McDonalds I saw. The McDonalds were more elegant than any of them I'd ever seen, and far bigger and busier.

No one smiled. There was no such thing as "friendly service" here. I felt out of place in my slightly old skin tight jeans, plain red long sleeve shirt, and my brown boots. Even at a McDonalds, a stay at home mother who was married to some big time man would wear stilettos and dresses just to take their kids to get something to eat. It was kind of idiotic.

I ordered a Big Mac, as it was about noon, and ate in silence. Suddenly my phone started vibrating like crazy. More texts from Liam. Christina, where the HELL are you?! I drive over your house to find your mom and dad crying and I get a letter saying you're gone? Where are you? I'm coming to get you right now.

I bit my lip. Should I reply? Should I tell him to come bring me home? No. I couldn't. I had made such a big deal about leaving that I couldn't just turn back now. It just didn't work that way.

I had to get out of California. Fast. They would start looking, and Los Angelas may be the first place they'd look. I got up and threw my trash away, and hurried back into the streets. It was getting warmer, even for an October day, and I took off my long sleeve shirt, leaving only a red tanktop in its place.

A thought struck me. I looked down at my cleavage, almost cautiously. Yes. That would work. I really hated the idea but it would work. All I had to do was get some money and a dress...