Run Away

Changed Looks

“Dessie,” I heard Jacob’s voice.

“Mmmm?” I opened my eyes, tiredly.

We were parked at a gasoline station. Jacob was holding hair dye, scissors, and fake contacts.

I looked at his eyes.

“We have to change our looks."

I nodded.

We went to the dirty unisex bathroom and bleached our hair and dyed it blonde. Jacob put neon blue highlights on my bangs. Then he cut my hair.

“You look older…” Jacob said after we finished with me.

“How old?” I asked

“Over eighteen, old,” he smiled.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My long light brown hair was now shorter (to my shoulders) and blonde; my blonde bangs had neon blue highlights.

“I can’t even recognize myself!” I looked at him.

His hair was red, like a natural red – head. His hair was shorter and a little spikey.

“Just the way I like it,” I smiled.

“I know,” he winked.

We exited the bathroom and a mother holding her daughter’s hand stared at us in disgust.

“What were they doing in there that took them so long?” the daughter asked.

“Nothing…” the mother sighed.

“Dessie,” Jacob whispered to me, “Your name is now Angel.”

“Okay, yours?” I asked.

“Jake.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“New York.”

“Where are we right now?”

“We are near the border of Pennsylvania.”

I stared at the purple bags under his eyes. “We need to rent a motel, you look exhausted...we came from Kentucky and you drove the whole way…”

“First we need IDs…” he smiled weakly.

“How?”

“I know a guy.”

I nodded, “Are we going to the guy?”

“Yes,” he nodded as we went onto the car.