Running With His Kid

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I took the Taxi for as long as I could. Well, until the money ran out. 

I had to get as far away as possible. 

I couldn't risk being found again. 

The driver, Theo was nice enough to drop me off at the closest shopping center-- Instead of on the side of the road when my money ran out. 

He was kind and consoled me as I cried on the drive. 

Theo brought me three hours from the City. 

It was a good start. 

I bided him farewell. 

I started to walk on the side of the road. 

There was no point in going to the shopping center. 

I had no money and I didn't want to be tempted to steal. 

The road was like a highway. 

Cars sped fast pass me and it was like there were no stop lights at all. 

I knew that my location was unsafe. 

Three hours isn't a lot and it wouldn't be hard to track me down. 

I needed to take drastic measures. 

From my knowledge, I was now in Idaho, so if I really wanted to hide, the East Coast was the place to go. 

It was a nerve-wracking decision, but I decided to hitchhike. 

I had no choice. 

No money= No safety. 

So, after about an hour or two of walking on the never-ending highway road, I decided to stop and put up my thumb. 

It took a good forty minutes for someone to stop. 

By then, my arm kind of hung and it grew weaker every second. 

The driver slowed down in a Ford Focus Sudan, pulling their car up next to me. 

The person rolled down their window, revealing themself. 

The driver looked to be about my age, male, blonde hair, and a handsome face. 

It was like one of those cliche movies I watched on Hallmark or Lifetime. 

He wore a blue suit with a white tie, looking to have come from a meeting of some sort. 

"Need a ride?" The male questioned, turning down the volume on his radio. 

I gave off a small nod of my head. 

I walked up to the car. 

I hopped inside after he unlocked the door. 

"Thank you." I mutter in a soft and quiet voice. 

I was never very good around strangers. 

Driving with a guy off the road is pushing it for me. 

"Of course." He showed me a smile, pulling back onto the road. 

"Where to.... What's your name, miss?" 

"Oh. I'm Rebecca. And anywhere from here." I told the male. 

I kept my eyes directly in front of me, looking out the window. 

"Where are you headed?" 

"I came here on business for my father. I'm actually driving back home to Jacksonville in Florida. Oh. And I'm James by the way." He answered, letting out a small cough.