Reaper's Lily

35

Liliana's P.O.V:

I found myself driving into the city of Dallas when I noticed Liam's tank was nearing empty. I had to ditch this car and find some poor soul's car to hijack unless I found some money. I pulled into a nearest gas station, parking this old ass bucket, then opened the glove box. I scored! Liam left a few hundred-dollar bills in the glove box and for that, I mentally roasted him. The only place I could think of where to go is to the airport. I wish I had my passport on me, but I prayed that I didn't need it when traveling to a different state.

I backed into getting near a pump, turning the car off, and got out. I slammed the door shut, hurrying inside as I felt small droplets of rain on my head. I paid for the gas, a snack, and a few caffeinated drinks along with a map for two different states. If there was one place I could go, it was somewhere that I wished no one would be able to find me at. The other place was more farmlands than anything, but that place had the one person that would at least make some sense about what I was.

I put the gas in the car and after I sat in the Impala. I grabbed the first map, knowing that's the first state I'd pass through. I kept the map open, starting the Impala back up, and drove off. I drove as the rain turned from a mist to a downpour of rain. I kept the wipers on the highest setting as I heard loud claps of thunder. Fuck! I wasn't going to chance driving this bucket of bolts in a thunderstorm, so I looked around for a cheap motel room.

I found a motel just outside of Dallas, seeing that it was on the road leading to the state line that I had to take. After paying for a room for one night, I hurried inside after parking that God awful boat Liam called a car. I guessed I shouldn't be complaining much. This was a fucking stupid ass plan that I kept thinking as I went anyways.

Turning on the TV, I flipped through the channels aimlessly. I turned it off after seeing several romantic scenes and tossed the remote on the bed. I got up from my small corner on the bed and walked to the room door. I made sure that the chain and deadbolt was locked. Scanning the room, I found an end table. Taking off the things on top of it, I pulled the table to the doorknob and tucked it underneath it to keep the doorknob from twisting in any direction. I turned off the light, turning on the bathroom light as I left the bathroom door open.

I held onto my shoulder as I laid on the bed and listened to the pouring rain. I wished the rain would stop soon so I'd get back into putting a lot of miles between Calvin and me. Maybe I should've just stayed put with Kaiden but when he said he'd die before Calvin hurt me...it put me over the edge.

I wasn't someone to die for. To die from, yes. To die for, hell fucking no.

I felt tears silently slide down my cheeks as I thought of the sheer confusion and torment Kaiden was probably experiencing. We were too far apart for me to feel his emotions. It was a bittersweet feeling. If you had told me a few days ago that Kaiden and I needed to be cities apart in order for the bond to not work well, I'd have been over the moon about it. Now, I didn't understand why I was so upset about it. Wiping another tear away with my left hand, I looked the wall that was illuminated by the brief flashes of lightning before the thunder echoed.

I slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard after propping up both pillows to support my back and injured shoulder. I ran my right hand through my hair. How I wanted to call Kaiden—wait, why?! I was not going to be one of those girls that ran from a guy then calls him in a moment of weakness. Sadly, I was right in doing this.

Would Kaiden be royally pissed when I'd let him find me? Hell yeah. Would he kill me? Probably just torture me a bit. But would he be alive and not almost killed by Calvin? Yes. Would he...still have feelings for me? I didn't know the answer, nor did I want to know. Leaning my head back to rest against the headboard, I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily.

I opened my eyes to see I was...back in Kaiden's office in his house?! I squeezed my eyes shut again, rubbing the with my hands, then opened my eyes once more. I was back in my motel room. What in the actual fuck was that?! Not taking any chances, I made the snap decision to drive in a thunderstorm.

Nearly ripping the table and undoing the locks, I yanked open the room door and bolted to the Impala. I slid in, slamming the door shut, and started it up. I backed out the parking space and drove off like a bat out of hell. I didn't know what that was, but I felt like it was a sign to keep on driving. I opened one of the Red Bulls, drinking it as I drove out of the Dallas city limits completely.

I kept my foot on the gas, not caring if I was going to get pulled over. I just needed to cross state lines and then I would be okay for a day to rest. I made sure that drove a little less speedy as I got on the interstate. I wondered if any gas station had a I could borrow so I could call him and let him know I was on my way. But what would be my excuse that he wouldn't try to find holes in the lie? And how would I try to convince him to not say anything to anyone until I left his place to go to the second state?

I drove into Texarkana, crossing state lines, through the heavy thunderstorm. I found a gas station close by a small diner, the parked at the gas station. I got out the car, keeping the cash on me that I hadn't already used for gas and some snacks on the way here. I walked towards the diner, stepping in, and saw a middle-aged heavy-set woman at the register.

"Excuse me," I called out to her, and she looked at me with a sickly-sweet smile. I faked a smile and asked, "Do you have a phone I can borrow? I lost mine on the way here and I have no way of calling my father to let him know that I'm in the state. Please, may I use your phone?"

"Of course, you can," she handed me a wireless home phone from the early 2000's.

I thanked her, dialing my father's phone number, and walked to a booth that was in eyesight of the lady but out of earshot. The phone rang four times before I felt a tear slide down my cheek at the sound of my father's groggy voice.

"Bueno?" My dad answered.

I felt my voice crack as I explained, "Dad, it's me, Lily. I'm in Texarkana and I don't have a phone."

"Liliana? Mija, what are you doing here in Arkansas?" My father's voice went from groggy to concerned in a split second.

"I'll explain later but can I come see you?" I asked, already knowing his answer.

"You don't have to ask, mija. My door is always open for you and Mikey will be so happy to see you—"

"Dad, I'm not staying for long. I'm on my way to see Abuela in Florida and I need to talk to you. It's happening again." I cut my father off.

"No, no, no. It can't be happening again! You've been taking the medication, sí?" my dad nearly shouted as I heard him getting up from a couch.

"Dad, please. I need to know what I am because I've seeing things in my dreams," I begged.

"Drive to Little Rock and go to MacArthur Park," my dad ordered, and I nodded.

I sighed, feeling more tears coming down as I pleaded with my father, "You can't tell anyone I'm here until I call you again when I've left the state. Please, Dad, promise me."

"Mija, your brothers—"

"Papí, por favor," I begged in Spanish and my father knew I never talked in Spanish unless it was serious.

My dad exhaled heavily, and agreed, "Alright, Lily Belle. If you don't have your phone when you're probably going to need some money. I'll see what I can get for you in some cash and make sure you're set before you go to your Abuela's. You better have a good explanation for this, Liliana."

"I will." I didn't have a logical one, but I had time to come up with one.

We hung up the phone after the "love you" and I got up. I walked to the woman, setting the phone down in front of her, and hurried out the diner. I ran to the Impala, getting in, and started it up. I wondered if my father would let me drive his truck instead of this piece of shit, but that was going to be another explanation to which I didn't know how to explain.

My father had to have some answers. He owed me that much since the women in his side of the family were rare but completely different from every single other person. I needed to know if Mictecacihuatl was telling the truth.

I just prayed that I wasn't found before I had this long overdue conversation with my father.