Chapter 9: The Fight for Answers

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We headed straight down highway 75 through Dallas, I guess he was serious. California was where we were headed and I still didn't know why. After traveling for hours, he never seemed to get tired, I guess the adrenaline was keeping him wide awake. I didn't know what to think or do. I just stayed slumped down in my seat, not saying a word.

"I haven't changed my mind," he spoke,"I know you were hoping I would head back, but I'm not. I'm gonna keep you safe no matter what."

"You're not keeping me safe Jake," I just stared off into the distance then with the snap of my neck looked at him and spoke,"...this is not protection this is kidnapping."

His face turned red with anger and he pulled off to the side of the highway, pushing heavily on the brakes.

"Then get out! If I'm such a criminal Carly then get out! I'm trying to save you! What part of that don't you understand?!"

"Actually Jake, I don't understand any of it! You won't tell me what's going on, so how can i understand any of this?!"

A moment of silence draped over the car and guilt covered his face.

"I know they're looking for me. I know they are." I said, "Just tell me Jake...."

"They'll kill you Carly! If they find us they'll kill us both! It's just the way they work!"

"Who are they?!" I screamed at his so loud that my voice seemed to crack, " You keep saying they...they they they! If I'm gonna die I wanna know who I need to blame."

"Blame Me okay?!" he screamed right back,"This is my fault! Blame me! Because trust me I'm hating myself for getting you into all of this......"

He hesitated.

"Just tell me Jake...,"I seemed to feel less angry yet I still wanted answers and I wasn't gonna move on inch until I got the answers I wanted.

Even though the car stood still his eyes were focused on the road, nothing else but the road. He then looked over at me.

"I'll explain everything, I promise." he said," ........Come on there's something I want to show you."

I became quite and perked up in my seat to watch for a sign of where we were headed, yet as I watched, he turned around, back in the direction of Dallas.

Where was he going? And why?








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