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I Ran All the Way Home

Fan -freaking- tastic! My old job was time consuming, but I'll have more time! This is THE CHAPTER that I've been waiting on since the beginning of the story, and now I get to share it with you guys! I'm so excited!

Chapter Ten

Sadie's Pov

John took my hand as we walked to the cars, and the rest of the Cobra's followed in suit. Billy and Charlie were rambling on about how they didn't mean to spill the beans, and were cursing at one another for trusting John and Rich with their secret. Richie had been putting fishing poles into the convertible; a ploy if we were to run into the cops.

"Maybe we shouldn't go, Ace." Charlie scrambled.

"Okay, okay, you've stated your position clearly, and now I'm gonna state mine; get in the fucking car, now." John smirked with authority. I chuckled under my breath and squeezed his hand. Looking down to me, he winked. "How about you, miss Chambers? Want to ride with this handsome fella? "

"Fuck that, Ace." Richie grinned. "We've gotta stick together, Sadie. Besides, we've gotta race there, and you want to ride with the high rollin' winners of Castle Rock, right?" Rich threw his arm over my shoulder and tried to pull me to Vinny's car.

"You're gonna be eatin' dirt, Eyeball. Shit, it's a race." John pulled up my hand and kissed it before letting me go with Rich. We piled into the tiny car, me sitting bitch in the back. Maybe I should've ridden with John. We zoomed out of town into the back fields, music high, laughs all around, and more cigarettes than we could count. On the one lane road, Ace pulled up next to us in the oncoming lane, honking like a maniac. His hair whipped around his face, and his eyes were wild. I'd catch him looking my way once in awhile, and blew a few kisses at him. Soon a second horn was blaring, and looking up the hill, a huge lumber truck came barreling John's way. Charlie and Billy were freaking out, telling him to slow down, but he only sped up. Even the boys in my car were bellowing for him to get back into our lane. The truck bound down the hill, and just as I thought it would have collided with Ace's car, the eighteen wheeler swerved off into the field, leaving lumber strewn across the road. We slowed down to swerve out of the way. Instead, John sped up, cut in front of us, and hollered.

"Shit man, shit!"

"We lost!"

"You shouldn't have let him beat you, you cock knocker!" Richard hooted, and handed me a beer. Lemme tell you, the rest of the drive was a blast. The road turned to dirt and we trudged forward. Ace pulled off ahead of us, and the boys were confused. Once stopping, Charlie jumped out from the backseat and puked in the bushes, John snickering as he stepped out and lit another cigarette. He waved for us to get out of the car, and the boys acted lost.

"Where are we?"

"Why did we stop?"

"Are we there yet?"

"Quit your yapping." John snapped. "I wasn't kidding; get the poles: I want to get some steelhead out of the river". He walked over and took my hand again, leading me away from the group.

"Are we really fishing?" I giggled.

"No, I want to show you something." And with that we kept walking. A couple minutes later we came to a clearing where I saw a cute little pond overlooking the valley.

"Oh, wow." I was bug eyed. This place was beautiful.

"Maybe this can be our new safe haven?" John asked lightly. "It's a lot nicer than our old hide out, don't ya think?" I smiled and pulled him in. His cologne was welcoming, and the cigarette smell suited him. His hands went down my back, pulling me close. It was fine...until it hit the scar. Then I jumped back.