Daughter of Posiedon

Chapter 19: Brooke POV

I am running as fast as possible out of camp. I have to leave. It's all my fault. There is no way that they will ever forgive me.
Once I escape camp boundaries, I slow down to a jog.
When I get to some strawberry fields I see this girl walking out of the fields with two baskets of strawberries in her her hands.
She has olive skin, and braided caramel hair. She is wearing a white lace shirt, with jean shorts. She was the girl that was in that dream I had that was next to Leo.
"Why are you running?" She asked.
"No reason!" I said, and continued running, but faster now.
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I was in the city now. Luckily I had time to grab my backpack, so I have a dagger, 2 changes of clothes, two blankets, 2 water bottles, and some Saltines.
I walk around to a park, and sit down on a bench. I start rummaging through my backpack, looking for my crackers.
After a bit of rummaging, and not finding them, I start pulling the stuff out of my bag to get a better look. I place my blankets down, and then see the crackers right there. I sigh and pull them out, and then start packing back up my backpack. I open my crackers, and then look up to see a police officer making her way over to me. She locks eyes with me. I shove the crackers back in my bag, after eating one, and start running. I run a while, until I don't feel as if she's caught up with me, and I rest on a bench. She then approaches behind me and grabs my jacket and stands me up and turns me around, looking at me.
"Miss, what are you doing out on a Thursday afternoon at 1:20? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Umm, I have the day off?" I answer nervously.
"No you don't. I know when schools have days off. What school do you go to, I am going to have to bring you too it."
"I don't go to school."
"Oh so you are a runaway. I'm going to have to bring you with me." She says, grabs onto my hand, and drags me to her police car, she puts me in the back, and puts my backpack up front with her, and starts driving.
I watch out the window the entire time. I am watching to be prepared when it comes time to get out of the car, so I can run away when we get to the adoption center.
After a little bit of driving, she pulls into an alley, and parks.
"This isn't an adoption center." I say quietly.
"Oh I know." She says, cackling.
She drags me out of the car and I see massive dark shapes approaching.
The "police officer" kicks me in the face multiple times, until I can only see black. I taste blood in my mouth, and then I pass out.
-Brooke