Runaway 2

Chapter 6

(*4 days later* another checkup but not at the hospital 3:45am)

It was super late and I was driving across the boulevard. The wind blowing and my cheeks and nose red from the coolness of it. A tingling and numb feeling as I sniffle, hoping I don't catch a cold. All I could think about during this car ride was New York, it would probably be more awake at this time. I wasn't scared of being kidnapped, I was safe in my car and my leg was better than before. I can walk now but with a small limp. I sniffed the air once more and smiled to myself. Car rides alone are just something else, no one can ever describe the feeling they give.

I see a mart and I wanted to grab myself a canned ice tea and so I parked my car, got out. I walked inside the 24/hr mart with a small smile plastered on my face. I walk over to the drink aisle and see soft long brown hair. I shake my head.

"It's 3 am, what are you doing here?," My lips still in a curve and my teeth plaster out as he turns, surprised. I see his chest relax as he recognizes my presence.

"I could ask you the same thing," His dimples flash and I giggle. I scan the refrigerated aisle for the drink I was looking for. "Looking for the peach canned ice tea?"

"How do you know?," I gulp.

"It's your favorite, I remember," he smiles, as he hands it to me. I look into his eyes, weary smile on my face and I mouth thank you. We both walk to the counter, but he takes the ice tea for me and I stand there confused, two seconds later, he swipes his card at the cashier and hands it back to me and picks up the things he bought as well.

"Why are you doing this?," I ask.

"A polite way of asking for a favor, now.. Would you like to go on a drive?"

"I.. I have to go home.. Mar-"

"Oh sorry," he says. He walks towards the door and the small bell rings and I rush after him.

"But I don't mind.. Half an hour then?," I say with a smile and he turns around, he suddenly has a toothpick in his mouth, how'd that get there? Does he have toothpicks in his leather jacket? This moment totally felt like a movie, as he stared and smiled at me. He shook his head and walked to his car and opened the door for me, waiting. I limp my way towards his car, he giggles but helps me into the car. He begins to drive, driving slower than normal.

"Does Mark know you're out at this time?," he asks.

"Nope, I um.. Lied about mark waiting for me, I'm actually back at living at me and Mark's place and he's at his parents," I stare out of the window as I rest my chin on my hand.

"You guys aren't on good terms?"

"No, we're totally fine... It's just his parents, I can't fucking stand them, his mom especially," I say with annoyance.

I had left Mark's parents' place yesterday morning because his mom had been giving off negative vibes that she pre assumed I was giving off. Her attitude towards me was totally unacceptable and she kept making faces at me, said rude things to me at the dinner table. I wasn't able to handle it, knowing I'm a sensitive person. I left saying I need some space and Mark understood, he actually drove me back to our place but we haven't talked since.