On the Run

Chapter 22

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Previously on "On the Run"

"What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?" Dillon shouts. He takes a swing but misses. Bruce turns and his fist connects with Dillon's jaw. Dillon spits out blood and wipes the side of his mouth. A scream escapes from my mouth Bruce turns his attention to me.

"If you know what is good for you, keep your mouth shut," he threatens. He quickly turns his attention back to Dillon and Dillon rushes towards him. Bruce braces himself and dodges another punch. Bruce punches Dillon in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees. Bruce kicks him down and keeps kicking him in the side. Tear are rushing down my face as I watch the boy I love get hurt. I pick myself off the ground so I am on my knees. I reach into my backpack and grab the gun. I raise it up and I click off the safety feature.

"Stop," I scream. Bruce stops and turns around. "Don't fucking move or I will shoot"

He tilts his head back and laughs.

"I doubt you will." My eyes dart towards Dillon, who is curled up into a ball gasping for his life. In that moment Bruce rushes towards me. I look back at him approaching me and I pulled the trigger multiple times. The bullets struck him in the shoulder and arm. Bruce grabbed his shoulder and glared at me.

"You bitch. You will pay for this," he hisses. He turns and walks towards the entrance of the alley. I looked and saw a dumpster and I walked over to it. I chucked the gun behind it and rushed over to Dillon.

"Dillon," I gently shake him. There is no response. I bend over and can still hear his heart beating.

"Dillon!" I yell. I started to feel light headed.

"Help! Someone, please help," I cry out. My vision began to blur again. I saw someone before I closed my eyes.

"Oh my god," a women yelled.

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The blank journal lays flat in my lap. I tap the pan against my leg unable to write. Blake told me that if I were to write out my thoughts and feelings it would make everything feel better, but I can't write anything. A frustrated sigh escapes from my lips and I grab my phone.

Me: Can we talk?

Logan: Are you ready to tell me the truth?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before replying back. I want him to know everything but now that there is a binder filled with anything and everything on both Dillon and I, it changes the everything. I know that he deserves the truth but what truth am I ready to tell him? I haven't heard anything from Bruce since he said that he was going to be gone for a few weeks and I have been avoiding both Logan and Dillon.

Me: Yes

There is no turning back. Blake is right, he does deserve the truth and he does make me really happy but so does Dillon. And now that Dillon is here in Portland and is going to school with me, it makes it even more difficult. Liz has been trying to help but she has too much on her plate because of college applications and she recently started an internship with Nike.

Logan: I'll be over soon then.

I pick up my pen and I begin to jot down my story from the very beginning; everything that I remember from my childhood up till now. All those painful memories and happy times with my parents are finally being written down for me to forever remember and to help myself move on from the past. There is a light knock on my door and I get up from my spot on my bed. I open the door to see Logan standing there. His bright blue orbs lock onto mine and we both stand there not wanting to be the first one to speak. I finally move to the side to let him in. He walks past me and his cologne over powers all of my senses. It has been awhile since we were last together that I have forgotten what he smells like. Logan takes a seat on the chair by Liz's desk.