On The Horizon.

3 (Tailor)

I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I really wasn't this time. I need answers and he's going to give them to me later? That sounds like he was going to take me to jail not to some fucking gorgeous paradise where I want to be. One day I will though. I will do it for my family. What was he saying about my mother? He knows... Something about me apparently. I don't understand what he knows though. I would love to find out. I glance at my phone seeing that directions lead me straight into traffic. A freeway. The sound of cars flying at about seventy makes my heart race, then I hear something else like footsteps crunching through the leaves. I flip around seeing three people standing in front of me. One of them is Eric.

I swallow hard looking at him and glare. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"To find you Tailor. Listen to me, you cannot keep this up forever. I'm going to help you. I'm not the one who is trying to hurt you. Or hunt you. So tell me, who exactly are you running from?" His tone is serious it's not light like it was at the hospital when we were kind of alone. His bright blue eyes pin me down and his hard gaze says that I basically can't go any where. "Answer me."

"No one." I snap. Two pairs of foot steps sounded behind me  and I still, holding my breath. I glance over my shoulder; two more faces I don't recognize. None of them are holding weapons. No cops. No back up? What the hell are they then? I stare back at Eric.

He takes a step towards me. Ballsy, I'll give him that. "That's not true and we both know it Tailor." He stops so he's at a half way mark between what I guess is his team and me. Eric gazes at me and rolls his head to the side a little like he is trying to analyze what I'm contemplating on doing.

I sigh a little feeling a little bold. "You realize I'm still holding a gun right... Eric?"

He looks a little bit amused and smiles slightly. Very slightly. "You really think a gun is going to intimidate me, Tailor?" Same tone back at me.

Oh we so can play this game. One of the people behind him, a girl with dark brown hair maybe with highlights and dark eyes comes forwards ready to lurch at me. "Ayisha..." He warns and she stays put rubbing her arm almost like she has an itch needing scratched. "Tailor I'm giving you one last chance. You come with me and answer my questions or we can let the cops find you. Rot in jail with your scumbag step-father. Your choice, but you better make it quick. You're putting me in my over time. I really don't appreciate it."

I break my gaze unable to look at him any longer and take my gun out. The girl, Ayisha, is now brought to attention standing up straighter. Eric is still in his calm and collected stance as he waits for my reaction to his comments. "Well?" He says and it's lower. I roll my eyes pulling the chamber out and hold them out to him. "Good choice." Eric takes both parts of the gun slipping them in his back pocket. "The  rest of you scatter. I want to walk alone with her."

They walk off in a direction that leads right along the freeway. "Hey." His tone catches me off guard as I look at him, now really confused. Suddenly he stopped playing the hard ass? What the hell? "You made the right choice. By not shooting him. By giving me the gun. It's brave of you..."

I look away rolling my eyes at his comments. What would he know? I would've killed him there if I knew I was going to get caught running out anyways. Although, his expression after I climbed out of that window was priceless. I smirk to myself then suddenly he grabs my arm dragging me along. I follow reluctantly and tomorrow, I will make my break for it again after I get some sleep. Maybe food. No, I can't trust him like that yet. I rather starve.

A couple hours later after a nice long silent drive, I was taken out of the car held at both of my arms like I was going to escape, just to give them a thrill I would definitely do it. But, at this rate I'm so tired and I hate to admit. My body hates me at this point after being ran beyond it's capability and having to battle crazy people. I ache all over, barely feeling my feet touch the ground, and we make it inside this mansion of a place. Honestly, it's downstairs is spotless. A flat screen tv hung on the wall with three couches boxing it in that were black and leather. Hard wood floors, black. The walls are bright white like someone cleans this place until it's spotless. Then a big glass wall to over look the New York city. Wow... I just lived in house that was cluttered and not clean at all because nobody would clean. We didn't have actual time to do so anyways...