Chapter 4

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Chased

I woke up the next morning and felt better than I have in years. It was the first time since Rosie disappeared that I hadn't woken up with the sunrise. I looked over and almost cried when I saw her. Even though I knew she would be there, it was so hard to wrap my mind around. She was sitting on her bed, drawing. Her art had become so precious to me and I couldn't believe there would be more.

She was so immersed in her art she didn't even look up. I went to the kitchen and made us both tea. We used to always start our mornings that way, drinking breakfast tea and talking about our dreams. She would always draw her dreams and I couldn't believe the crazy things her subconscious came up with. Whales that swam through fiery seas and cartoon worlds, were the norm with her. I adore her wild imagination. I came back to the room and she was already signing her name on the drawing she'd started that morning. I gave her her tea and she smiled at me. "What do you think?" she said, showing me her piece. It was surprisingly normal. She drew the world with animals from every enviroment walking around it. It was gorgeous, thorough, and frighteningly life-like. " Its amazing, as always." she smiled shyly at her work but said nothing. That was weird. She would always say something modest but so that you could tell she was proud of herself.

I guess I cant expect her to be the same. I still have no idea what happened to her, and I'm so scared. What if we cant get along like we used to? I love my sister to death and I cant imagine losing her again. I just got her back, if I lost her again............... I would die inside, no one ever understood me but her and its been a lonely 2 years.

"So whats the plan?" Rosie asked.

"We'll shower and then we'll pack and go live with Aunt Rita in Portland. Her house is huge and we've always been so close. We'll leave mom and dad a note and when we get there we'll call and figure out everything." Our aunt Rita was always more like a best friend than an aunt to us. She's only 26 anyways.

Rosemary drew in a sharp breath, "I hate leaving them but.....I...I cant go back.............." She stared out the window of our room darkly. I've never seen her look so sad and angry, that was my thing. She was always this bouncing ball of happiness. It feels like shes a different person.

Rosemary got in the shower and I started to pack. I started with the clothes, 2 t-shirts and a long sleeved, a heavy water proof coat, a hat, gloves, two pairs of jeans, a pair of shorts and underwear. After that I packed two flashlights, a first aid kit, tampons, extra tooth brushes ,toothpaste, a small bottle of shampoo and conditioner, 2 fleece banklets and a sleeping bag. Finally I went to the kitchen and packed granola, granola bars, jerky, dried fruit and six bottles of water.

I was zipping my duffel bag when Rosemary came back in our room. "What'd you pack?" I gave her my supply list and she smiled. "You did great, but you might want to put some personal stuff in there for your mental sanity. I hadn't thought about that and I smiled. It was very, Rosemary to remember that. In the side pocket I packed my phone, an old picture of me on my horse, a picture of the family, and my headphones. I'd have to leave my guitar behind.

Rosemary packed hers and we went over everything. " I think were good on packing. Go get in the shower and ill make breakfast." Rosemary said. I did what she said and I scrubbed my whole body til I smelled like a walking bottle of body wash. Once I was done washing away all the soap, I got out, wrapped myself in a warm towel, and dried my dripping hair. I went in our room and put on skinny and a tight black, long sleeve t-shirt. My leather jacket and boots were by the door, and my dog tags already around my neck. I slipped down the stairs and found Rosie already putting the plates on the table. " I was just about to call you down. I made spinach and Gouda omelets with a side of fruit salad." she spoke passionately.

I smiled, Rosemary had always been a health nut and she just loved to cook. She was one of those all-around artsy people. She could draw, paint, sculpt, spray paint, and she was an amazing cook. We sat down and I dove into the omelet. "Rosie, this is absolutely delicious." She beamed,"thanks Lynx ." We finished the meal.

"Its time isn't it?" she asked sadly.

I nodded.

"Lets go."

We got up and everything went by in a blur. We wrote to Mom and Dad and told them we loved them and would be in touch soon. Then we cleaned up the kitchen with breakfast left for them in the oven, put on our shoes and coats and were out the door. Our first stop was the bank. As it turned out, between the two of us, we had about $3,000 saved up. We took it all out and split it between the two bags. Next we went to the bus stop. We live in a tiny town 15 miles outside of Ontario Oregon, called Wakopa. It has a population of 12,000 people and covers 4 square miles. I love it but it is tiny. "We have to take a bus to Ontario. From there we can get on a train and ride it all the way to Portland. If everything goes well, It should be pretty easy." We walked to the bus. Apparently Morgan had come over to see Rosie that morning. We walked in the bus stop building and I noticed a man in his 30's staring at us. He looked pretty normal but when I saw him I knew something was wrong. He had a book he wasn't reading open in his lap, and a murderous smirk on his face. I turned and saw Rosemary had stopped dead. Her face was drained of color and I got lost in her eyes. They had this look I'd never seen before, of deep seated pain and lost hopes. It scared me. He started to get up and Rosemary bolted. I didn't know where she was going, but I would follow her anyways. I followed her out the door and through the streets. I turned around and he was chasing us like I knew he would be. My days of searching had done me good, I could run for miles. Suddenly I realized where she was going. She is so clever. We're in the downtown area headed towards a crowded street fair. He couldn't hurt us there, too many witnesses. We got there and I followed Rosemary as she zig-zaged through the crowd. She lost him quickly. We ducked behind a booth and he ran right past us. Following a Rosemary look alike. She pressed her back against a wall like a trapped rat, wheezing. She isn't in the shape she used to be. I got her water from the pack and she drank gratefully. Finally, she looked at me, and I knew, I knew who he was, and why we ran. She had a terrified look in her eyes as she spoke, "He found me."

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hehehehehe cliffhanger!!! I hope that was enough action for ya for now. I'm sorry it took me so long to update i've been super busy. But ill try to get back to my regular schedule. Thanks for keeping reading!!!!

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