oblivion(#wattys2015)

Chapter 2: Last glance

As soon as I reached the edge of the woods and slowed down, my whole body began to ache, every inch throbbed, even muscle pulled. I was just standing there panting when it struck me that Jason was in agony right now and he would stop at nothing, nothing at all. And he would come for me if that was the last thing he did, I knew I had to get away, get out of this place, but all I felt like was going home, curling in my bed and sleeping forever, but my home would be the first place he would come to look for me, I couldn't possibly just go there, and even though I am not eighteen yet, though I will be in three days' time, I lived alone in my dead parents' home in front of the beach. It's actually really weird, but there was some special case with the inheritance and some complications in the court which I have yet to understand. At the moment, I didn't have space in my head to solve that mystery. Jason knew where that was and he also knew that my passport and my dad's credit card, along with a considerable amount of money was stacked there, in which case I had to be at my place before him, because I knew exactly what I was going to do. I gulped again as it hit me that without the credit card and my passport I was literally nothing and as close to dying as the nose was close to the mouth. My mind kicked into action mode and I began running. In less than a minute I had realised that this was a fruitless venture because I was already fatigued and I would possibly waste fifteen minutes. I pulled out the few dollars that I had stacked earlier in my coat pocket when I had decided to go get a milkshake in the morning. All that seemed quite far away at the moment.

I was near the main road now though, so I stuck my thumb out to stop any taxis or cars that were willing. Thankfully, within a minute a yellow cab stopped in front of me, and to my delight, the cab driver promised that we would reach my place in five minutes.

I took a sigh of relief as I sat back in the cab, thinking out my plan. I was gonna take my passport, the credit card, any other important documents and all the money and stack them around the leather jacket that had previously belonged to my father, but was now my prized possession and rested in my closet, I would change into fresh clothes so he won't recognise me and stuff my father's leather jacket in a bag. I planned to top my new clothes off with the new jacket my friend Stella had given me, Jason would not recognise it. I would take shades and a cap for further protection, apart from that I would take no more clothes. But I still wasn't clear on the car my dad had left me. I didn't want to leave it, but leaving it behind would give me the benefit of Jason thinking that I hadn't been to my house, which would buy me time. If I take it he would instantly know I had already ransacked the house for everything I needed. There was always the fact that I would have to leave the car sooner or later since I was going to fly off to somewhere else and I wouldn't be able to take the car, but then Stella would keep it for me. I knew that if I left the car at home Jason would take it without a grain of hesitation. I was debating in my head and I had still not decided whether I would take it or leave it. But even after I tried to convince myself that I could possibly take it I knew I had to leave it and tears poured over at the thought that I would leave my dad's car at the hands of that jerk.

I steadied myself to think about the next part of my plan, and was going to go over it when the cab stopped in front of my house. I ran out of the cab at full speed, paying the driver in a rush, I had no time to comment on his surprised expression, I quickly said thanks and ran to my front gate. I pulled the key from my coat and opened the door, entering and sighing deeply as the sinling reality that i was going to leave the comfort of this beautiful abode behind.

Without over thinking too much I decided I would leave the house in a state of no chaos so that it would buy me time from Jason and he probably won't even find out about my plans, on the other hand if he noticed that few important things were missing, he would definitely know what I was upto and I just couldn't let that happen. I quickly went into my parents room and opened the huge dusty cupboard that sat in the corner. I removed the pile of clothing from the front, and pulled out a big dusty pouch from the back. It had been a minute since I had reached home, and I knew that I had about two more left. I quickly opened the pouch but then decided against it, I knew it had the passport and other important documents and knew that anything that I didn't need I could discard later and now wasn't the time. Next I stuffed the pouch in my coat pocket and went into my parents closet quickly pulling open the safe, emptying it into my hands. With full hands I ran to my room, pulled a huge bag from my dresser and stuffed the dusty pouch and all the money and valuables inside. I quickly remembered my dad's leather jacket and pulled it out, stuffing it in my bag. I then went into my closet and pulled out a random shirt and jeans and quickly put them on, I had less then a minute left, I pulled on my new shades and cap and the jacket Stella had given me. I rushed out closing my closet door and pulled the credit card out of my drawer stuffing it in my pant pocket. I closed my door and then ran into my parents' room. I locked the safe and quickly placed the cloth pile back into the cupboard as neatly as I could and locked it. On my way out I snatched a few of my parents photos and stuck them in my coat pocket, as my other hand clenched around the locket that hung around my neck belonging to my mother. By the time I had closed the door, I was crying. My estimated time was up along with an extra minute but I still went to see my dad's car in the garage. I knew Jason was going to take it if I left it. Tears poured over as I had an I idea, I would leave the car but take the key, and so I did, Jason would probably waste more time looking for the key, he knew I often lost it. With a final look to make sure nothing looked disturbed or emptied, I ventured into the kitchen, taking a water bottle, some snacks and stuffed them into my bag, then I walked out the door, making sure there was an extra key under the doormat while I kept one key. The house looked normal, not ransacked, at least from the outside.

I set my jaw and paced. I paced faster than I had before, a large bag clutched in one hand, feeling quite heavy. I had never known it could hold so many things, never known I would leave this house, never known that there might actually be something as bad as my parents death.

I stopped running after a minute, hidden behind the trees, watching the house, I couldn't think. I wanted my parents to hold me and comfort me, to tell me I was doing the right thing, to tell me it was okay. Tears streamed down my hot face as I broke. Every day, every moment, that house had reminded me of my parents, their beautiful faces, their beautiful voices, their memories, and I broke when I thought that it was being taken away from me. I don't know why it felt like once I turned away I won't ever be able to come back. I didn't try to force the tears to drop rolling over and streaking my face.

I closed my eyes and focused, and just as they had earlier in the forest with Jason, my feelings were transforming. I felt strong and powerful, and capable. I would come back to my house, one day I would, after I had taken care of Jason. I knew this wasn't the end. I felt relaxed for a bit, at ease, I took a deep breath and told myself it would be okay, and I knew it would be, I walked out towards the road with confident steps, holding my tears, being strong, unaware of the mess i was going to be plunged in when I left here. Just as I was about to come out hidden behind the trees, I noticed a car speeding towards the beach, it took one glance and one second for me to realise who was in the passenger seat. I checked the time, it had been seven minutes since I reached the house. I began to smile but then my heart fluttered and I knew that the devil was heading to my house and suddenly felt the need to go and protect it, but with strong will power and a final glance at the beach, I walked towards the road and stuck my thumb out. I was relieved, a part of my plan had worked. I smiled a small smile, and waited.

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