You Can't Run From the Past

Chapter 24: Get What You Need

Chapter 24: Get What You Need

Jessie's Point Of View:

The three of us rode in silence. About an hour ago we had made our escape, avoided threatening agents that were chasing after us, picked up Shane and our bags, and gotten back on the rode without the RFC agents following after us. It was just another normal day.

Tessa was in the back of the car bawling her eyes out on Nate's shoulder. She was never one to be too shy about showing her emotions. Shane was driving and I was in the passenger seat beside him. The only people who had really said anything were Nate and Tessa. They were having quiet conversations in the back seat. They spoke quietly as if hoping Shane and I wouldn't hear, but we did.

"Why is the world so against me?" I heard Tessa mumble into Nate's shirt through her tears.

"The world's not against you, Tessa," Nate said trying to soothe her.

Tessa pulled away with a look of shock I was able to see through the rear view mirror. "I'm sorry, but I've been beaten and bruised, I've had loved ones taken from me, and I've been lied to repetitively. You try telling me the world is on my side." Tessa gave Nate a daring look and he kept his mouth shut. Tessa buried her face back into his shirt.

I bit my tongue. My inner voice was screaming, "We're all having a tough time!" but I thought better of it.

I looked away from the rear view mirror and to my hands. They were wringing each other in my lap, a nervous habit I've picked up. I wanted to ask Nate if we had gotten any useful information that we could use to expose the RFC, but I figured that moment wasn't the best time. Then another part of me just wanted to turn and talk with Shane. He seemed pretty worried and confused, but I was pleased that he wasn't insisting on details at this very moment.

I was actually surprised, earlier, that when we had arrived back at the hotel that Shane was packed and waiting in the lobby for us. I was even more surprised that Tessa didn't seem surprised at all that Zander wasn't there. She must have known he was going to find out. If she knew, however, why didn't she just tell Zander herself?

I sighed inwardly to myself and turned my body to face the window on my right. Every time this drama seems to be coming to an end and I think things will go back to normal they don't. Something new and crazy always has to find its way back into our lives. My only hope is that Nate go enough information on the RFC for us to expose them and end this non-sense once and for all.

School was going to start soon. I don't care what's going on; I'm going. I just don't think I'll be able to handle both school and death-matches with the RFC. I can just imagine all the other normal teenage girls going out over the weekend to get their nails done while we meet up with top-secret agents and discuss assassination plans. The thought doesn't seem all too appealing.

Without meaning to I drifted off into sleep. I dreamt about a number of things. All of them were normal. I dreamt about carnival rides and candy. I dreamt about cloud watching and swimming. I dreamt that I was all alone on a sandy beach. Everything was perfect. Of course, it was just a dream because things aren't perfect.

I woke up in a motel room. It was dark and hot. The air conditioning must have been off or maybe it never worked. I climbed out of bed and followed the faint sound of rustling sheets. It was Tessa. Shane was sleeping on the floor and Nate had taken over the couch. Tessa was in the second bed that was placed next to mine.

"Tessa?" I whispered. She only whimpered a little in response. "Tessa, are you okay?" I asked. I got about the same response I did the first time.

With a sigh I went to the bathroom and wet a cloth with some cold water. When I walked back into the main room Tessa had settled down a little. This was the first time for hours I've seen her when she was wasn't bawling. I laid the cloth on Tessa's head and returned to my own bed. I silently wondered what she was dreaming about. It didn't seem to be as good as mine.