Two Lives. One Boy.

Chapter 6- I wasn't dead. Yet.

I legged it.

Whizzed past doors as I ran in the corridor and shot down the stairs like a prey running from predator. I wasn't thinking. All I knew was that I needed to get out. Fast.

I slipped out the front door but I didn't take the normal route home. I didn't want to be noticed. I went through small roads and was met with plenty of dead ends but after half an hour I reached home. Sure, it took long but the main thing was that I wasn't dead. Yet.

I clambered up my back gate and swung myself off realising how easy it is to get into our house from the back. I peered up to see my room on display with the curtains wide open. I shivered. Curtains closed from now on then.

I grabbed the keys out my bag, slammed the door shut behind me and rested my back against the door, panting and shaking all over.

I swung open the fridge door and hastily put two scoops of ben and jerry's cookie dough ice cream into a bowl to calm my nerves, sprinted up the stairs into my room and finally closed the curtains.

I sighed as I jumped onto my bed, eating ice cream and my mind whizzing with unwanted thoughts.

It was Jack on the phone. It had to be him. His voice, it just sounded to similar. "give the girl, or your dad's dead." I shivered. I had to take in account that Christopher's dad could die because of me. I wouldn't be able to take that. I knew how it's like to not know where your father is, if he's still alive, if he still cares. A tear leaked out of my eye. I was always a "daddy's girl" as they call it but the minute he found out that I'd been sent to prison he just left without a word. My mum wont talk about him and I've now lost hope about ever finding where he is.

He still transferred money to my mum's bank account though but still, if he really loved us, really loved me he would've at least try to talk, try to do something! I had e-mailed him and try to reach him several times. I had gone all over town and city asking if anyone knew where he was. I spent days, weeks looking for him but there was no sign and I just accepted the fact that he was so disappointed about the whole prison incident that he just didn't care about me anymore. It was so hard to accept but I got used to the pain.

But getting back to present. What if Christopher actually works with Jack? He probably asked if I was that girl in the magazine to clarify that it was really me to Jack but why does that vile person want me anyway? I was scared. Terrified actually. I couldn't go back to Jack. The person who put me through hell. I just couldn't go back to the past, not now.

I fidgeted and ran my fingers through my hair several times. I had to think of something. I could run away but where would I go? There'd probably be more chance of Jack finding me if I run off to nowhere. I could run away with a goal to try and find my father but what if he wasn't even in the country?

The next one to two hours, I tried to calm down because there was nothing I could do. I just had to act when the deadly moment came and make sure I was never alone, in a crowd and stay away from Christopher as much as possible. That would be hard. Very hard. I took a shower, ate dinner and lay down, drifting away to a nightmare driven sleep.

I woke up with a start as my alarm rang. I slammed it quiet with a groan and all of yesterday's events suddenly flooded upon me and I realised the horrible situation I was in. One good thing was that I was still at home and still in my bedroom. I hadn't been kidnapped in my sleep.

I couldn't go to school alone today, it would be a huge risk. Should I even go to school at all? For some reason my thoughts led me to my mum's room and the door creaked open as my mum stared at me in shock. Her hair was a mess, and huge bags hung under her eyes indicated how sleep deprived she was. The T.V was on with some programme which she clearly wasn't interested in but she was watching it anyway.