I exhaled slowly in frustration, but quietly. The two men didn't seem to want to leave, and I didn't want to move until they did. I looked around me, and right behind me was some dense woods. "So you have a daughter, eh? How old is she?" The cop eyed the guy with interest. "Nine. Her name is Adalyn. Do you have any kids?"
"Oh yeah. A son who's fifteen and a daughter who's thirteen. Wild bunch." I zoned out, setting my stuff next to me and getting my water out. The backpack shifted on some twigs which made a crunching sound. "What was that?" The cop said loudly. I grabbed my stuff and put it back as quietly as I could. "Probably a bird." The cop was heading my way anyways. I held my breath, trying to get as low on the ground as I could. He stopped right in front of me, grabbing the branches and peering at where I was. "Whatcha doin there, girl?"
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New Life
General FictionTanearme Fletcher has been running away from the police since she was thirteen, when she killed her dad for being abusive to her mom. She's scared of what to do, and doesn't have anyone who can help. That is until she meets Alex.
