Just Keep Running

Chapter 3

I saw her. She was sitting on her bed in a hospital gown. She looked depressed. Her face had a natural frown on it, and you could tell that she needed a shower. I looked back and stared into Mr. Mullvaneys' eyes. He motioned for me to go in. I gulped, "Uh, Hi Cara. How are you, you've grown so much." She didn't answer. How rude. She looked up and her eyes were so dark that you could mistake her for a doll. Then I remember that she wasn't the only 'doll' looking at me. I glanced slightly to my left and then my right. Both walls, covered in dolls.

"Get out!" Cara shouted. Mr. Mullvaney grabbed my arm and I shook it loose. There was something wrong with her, and I wanted to know what it was. Then I heard the most awful thing, Caras' high pitched scream that knocked me to my knees.

"Cara! No, no, stop! Maya, get out now!" Yelled Mr. Mullvaney. He shoved me out of Caras' bedroom and slammed the door shut. I got up and turned. "What the hell?" I was so scared, why would she just break down and scream like that, she sounded like a dog whistle! Mrs. Mullvaney was standing right behind me and when I turned around I jumped. "Um, hi sorry about making her shout. I, I don't know what I did." I said. "Maya I suggest you leave right now!!" She boomed. "Mrs. Mullvaney what did I do?! There's something wrong with your daughter and it doesn't look so good!" I yelled. Mrs. Mullvaney looked shocked. "Maya, Cara is very, very sick and she will be better when you come by tomorrow. Even when we come up there she sets off like an alarm. Now, can I show you to the door?" She said politely. "No. I know exactly where it is." I said rudely. "Bye now honey you have a nice day." Said Mrs. Mullvaney.

Pfft, how am I suppose to even take care of her?! She's a wack-job! The Mullvaney's kept saying she was sick. With what? So many questions and the only thing I get is kicked out. I walked down the creaky steps and to the front door. I yanked it open and slammed it shut. When I walked here it was bright, warm, and birds were singing. Now it was dark, pouring rain and the only bird that was making noises was a vulture. God pesky things. Last summer my dog, Sadie had puppies and we sold 6 of them, and the 7th one that we wanted was swooped up by a vulture. God I hate them with a passion. Sadie's dead. She got hit by a car last summer. In fact it was David Mullvaney, visiting Cara, his sister. I walked down the gravel road and stomped in some puddles, I know childish right? Well I don't care. My Ugg boots filled with water and my shorts didn't do much good covering up my freezing legs, but hey it's summer, I shouldn't have to put up with this weather. I ran up to my porch and opened the door. I slammed it shut and ran up my stairs into my room. Slammed my door shut too. I went over to my dresser, and put on my yoga pants. I jumped onto my bed and grabbed my phone that was on the charger. I woke it up and I had 3 messages, one from my boyfriend and two from my dad. The text my boyfriend sent was, "Morning! I'm spending all summer at the lake house and I was wondering of you'd come with? I hope you can! Text me when you get this !:) love you<3!" Me and Michael have been dating for four years. Ever since eighth grade. Tomorrow is 5 years. At the end of this summer we are both going to be seniors. We've both been saving money since we began dating so that when we graduate high school we can get married and get a house together. Michael already proposed, but I told him that we were too young. He proposed at the last dance of the year, 3 weeks ago. I canceled the text because I needed to do other stuff today rather than text him. I clicked open the first message from my dad, "Maya don't mind making breakfast, your mother and I are both running late. Also clean because me and your mom will be home to pick up our bags and leave with the Mullvaneys so we can't clean. The Mullvaneys have decided to take 4 months just like us. Love you, and take care of Cara!!" The next message from him was, "Be careful." What? Be careful from what? I texted back, "Dad why do I need to be careful? And of what?" The three beeps that came out of my IPhone told me that there was no service. Damn.