He had said we couldn't continue in our car. I don't know where he got it from but he found another one. The key missing from the ignition was the sign that it was stolen; hot wired. I didn't bring it up. I just sat quietly slumped down in my seat waiting for a sign that he was going to tell me what was going on, yet nothing. We were headed west; the opposite way of my house, my friends, my family. Dylan and Riley continued to blow up my phone but i couldn't answer. Jake had taken my phone. He said that it could be used to track us and that sooner or later he was going to get rid of them so that "They" couldn't track us. They. The word sounded unfamiliar to me now. I didn't know who They were or what They wanted. I was clueless and scared. I just needed answers, I needed to know what was going on, and I needed him to tell me.
"So...Are you gonna tell me why we're headed?" I asked.
California. The only word he spoke. Without any reasoning, without any explanation. Just Cali. The only thing I knew in that moment, where we were headed and I knew that he was running from someone, but who? The question echoed in the back of my mind. I needed more answers but I could tell that I needed to wait. He kept driving and driving and driving. When he finally stopped it was in Dallas. His hometown, the first place I never expected for him to go. He'd tell stories of his times here, with his family and his mom. Why would he want to come back here? More over, why did he bring me here?
All I remember are the street lights lighting up the entire parking lot of the town's one and only Motel 6, the bright motel sign flashed and the wind blowing the trees down to a bend.
"Stay in the car till I get back," he said as he climbed out of the truck and slammed the door.
I curled up in my jacket and took a look out the window. I had never been passed the Missouri line and now I was miles from home. A sudden buzz woke me up from my homesick daydream. I turned around and looked over at the driver side and in the door was his phone, glowing in the darkness. He had a call. I hesitated to answer it but then with sudden interest I took a glance at the motel office door and seeing Jake still speaking with the motel manager I reached over to the door and grabbed his phone answering it as quickly as I could.
"Hel..helllo?" I said, my voice shaky from cold winter breeze escaping from a crack in the driver side window.
"So, are you bringing her Vasquez or not?" spoke the voice.
"What are you talking about? Who is this?" I said in a frantic voice.
Quicker than I could blink, the door swung open and there stood Jake. His face went from calm to angry as he snatched the phone out of my hand, slinging it against the concrete pavement. With the phone shattered in pieces , he spoke.
"You've screwed everything up. Now we can't stay here, we've got to go. They'll find us here." he spoke calmly even though his face shouted anger. He pushed me back over to the passenger side and hopped into his seat, turning the key and speeding out the driveway.
His eyes seemed to only concentrate on leaving in that moment, right then and there.
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A Knock at the Window
Teen FictionCarly Jackson was just your average everyday girl. She was the smart, strong willed, friendly girl that wouldve never saw herself in the position shes got herself into. With a simple knock on the window and an "accidental" conicidence Carly's world...
