Little Ghouls | Glee

39 | Wounded

39 | Wounded

Tennessee Station

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"I need two tickets to San Francisco."

The woman behind the counter glanced up at Ophelia and returned to her computer. She typed along the keyboard and shook her head.

"Sorry. Sold out." She hummed. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Okay." Ophelia leaned back and looked at the trains. "Then two tickets to a train headed west. We'll fly there if needed."

"We have one train headed west this late. Leaves in a few minutes, so you'd have to be quick." The woman turned and tapped the tray between the glass. "I need your ID and then we can get tickets pushed out."

"I lost it."

The woman's eyes raised back to Ophelia questionably. "You don't have any form of identification? How old are you?"

"Twenty-two." Ophelia licked her lips when the woman looked between her and something tapped into the inside of the booth. "Look, my sister and I are just trying to get to our mom's house. Our dad's going to come look for us and he's this horrible druggie. Like totally horrible."

"And how old is your sister?" The woman scanned the hall until she spotted Lilith hugging a dog near the vending machines. She quickly put two and two together when Ophelia anxiously glanced in their direction. "What did you say your name is?"

"My name?" Ophelia laughed, running a hand through her hair. "Maya Wilson."

"Your name is Maya Wilson?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, Maya..." The woman rolled her eyes. "And your sister's name is?"

Ophelia's lip twitched. "Quinn. Quinn Wilson."

"Quinn and Maya Wilson." The woman leaned forward when Ophelia nodded. "Honey, you know the entire United States is looking for the president's grandchild, right? There are pictures of you two posted everywhere."

The teenager's smile fell when she picked up her walkie talkie. She looked over her shoulder at Lilith and frowned deeply when she noticed two officers making their way over.

"Ma'am, please." Ophelia shoved three hundred dollars through the slot. "We have to get to San Francisco. Please."

"I think you should go sit with your friend while they call the FBI agents on your case."

"FBI?"

"Honey, this is for the best. Just wait here and—"

Ophelia snatched up the three hundred dollars and shoved it in her pocket. She turned around and watched the officers close in on Lilith, debating on letting whatever dreams the girl had out west go down the drains.

Something in her told her it wasn't time to give up just yet.

Lucy wouldn't give up on Lilith, so neither should she. That's what she'd tell herself later.

This was for Lucy.

"Lilly!" Ophelia shouted. "Lilly, run! Cops! Cops! Run!"

Lilith's head popped up in time to see the officers pick up speed. She scrambled up from the floor and grabbed her bookbag, forgetting Ophelia's behind.

"Hey!" the woman behind the counter yelled when Ophelia took off toward the platforms, the same direction Lilly was frantically sprinting in. "Someone stop them! Stop!"