The Runaway [READ THE DESCRIPTION]

Chapter 8

"Come on out from under the bush. You aren't in any trouble."

We crawled out from under the bush and found out that the voice belonged to a petite woman that looked to be in her 20s. She had shoulder length brown hair, and big brown eyes. She was smiling until she saw the cuts and brusies all over us. 

"Hey. My name is Megan. Megan Davis." She said. She and Brayden shook hands. "Now, lets get you guys checked out." 

We followed her to the ambulance, Kason clinging onto me and Brayden with his hands in his pockets and his head to the ground. Suddenly I stepped into a small hole and tripped, twisting my ankle.

"Ow!"

"You okay?" Brayden asked, catching me before I could hit the ground.

"I think I hurt my ankle." I replied, hissing in pain.

"Can you walk?" Brayden asked

"I don't think so. My ankle hurts pretty bad."

"I can carry your little boy if you want." Megan chimed in.

"Sure. Here. His name is Kason by the way. This is Brayden and I'm Kara." I said, handing over Kason as Brayden picked me up. The rest of the way to the ambulance Megan was gushing over how adorable Kason was and at first I was flattered but now it was starting to get annoying. 

When we got to the ambulance my ankle was slightly swollen and a bluish purple color.

"We're gonna need to take you to the hospital to get this checked out." One of the paramedics told me.

"And I will be waiting at the hospital to take you to the police station afterwards." Megan chimed in.

"Why?" I asked.

"We need to ask you some questions about what happened and we also need descriptions of the other guy that ran off." She explained.

"Two guys." Brayden said gloomily.

"That and you're the only survivors of this mass murder." She added.

My gut dropped as did my jaw. Only survivors? Not possible. I saw a bunch of people run to their cars to leave. 

"How is that possible? How many were killed? How-" I started

"Woah! Slow down. We'll explain everything at the police station."

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As it turns out, my ankle was broken. I got a cast that I had to keep on for a month and then after that I would go back to get a brace to wear for another 2 weeks. Crutches for 6 weeks? Well this oughta be fun. 

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When we got to the police station we were lead to a small room where an elderly woman sat at an old computer. 

"Hey Martha. We need information forms filled out on these people." Megan said, gesturing towards us. 

"Alrighty! Come have a seat." She responded, way too happily.

After our infromation was collected, we were lead to another room where Megan was waiting for us. She explained that there were 30 rooms checked out and 17 people were found dead inside the rooms and 10 were found dead in cars in the parking lot.

"So are you two together?" Megan asked, after she was done with questioning.

"No." I said, more stern than I had intended. Surprisingly, it hurt to say that. She kept smiling for a couple minutes until she realized what I had said. 

"Oh." She said. 

I looked over at Brayden. He looked more hurt than I felt. I looked down, mentally punching myself.

"You may run into a bunch of news reporters when you leave and possibly for a while." Megan mentioned.

"Great." I muttered, scowling.

She laughed. "You'll be fine. Just don't show any emotion and don't talk to them. We aren't ready to let any details of the investigation out yet."

"What if those guys come after us because we survived?" Brayden asked.

"Don't worry about that. Until we catch them, you three will be staying in a safe house guarded by police 24/7 and when you go out police will always be near." She replied overly confident, "Now lets get you guys to that safe house."

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The ride to the safe house was quiet and awkward. 

"So what now?" Brayden asked, setting Kason down in the living room of the safe house once we arrived.

"I just wanna go to bed." I said, suddenly feeling exhausted. I looked at my watch. The time read 6:00 am

I walked through the house and found two bedrooms. one with a crib and another with a king sized bed. I plopped down on the bed. 

"I'll put Kason to bed." Brayden said, waking me from my doze.

"Okay." I mumbled, "Thanks."

He came back a few minutes later.

"I guess I'll sleep on the couch." Brayden said.

"That couch is too small for you Brayden."

"Its too small for you too."

He had a point. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Climb in." I said, rolling on my side to face away from the middle of the bed.

"What?" He said.

I sat up. "Get in bed. Theres enough room for the both of us to lay down and it not be awkward."

"No I heard you. I was just suprised."

I rolled back on my side, facing away from him.

When I woke up, the aroma of chocolate-chip pancakes filled the room. I got up and went to the source of the wonderful smell. 

"Wheres Kason?" I asked.

"He's in the livingroom playing with some toys. I already fed him." Brayden said, not looking up from the stove where he was cooking pancakes.

"Yes." I said, after a few minutes of silence.

"Huh?" he said, turning to me.

"I forgive you." I said smiling. "You've proved to me that you want to be a part of Kason's life."

He ran up to me and picked me up into a bear hug. "So does this mean we can all be a family?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping he wasn't talking about marriage.

"No, not marriage. Not this quick at least. I want to get you to fully trust me before we commit to that. Honestly, I want to be a father to Kason. Like, a part of his life. Not a runaway dad." He replied. "And I miss you." He whispered, stepping closer to me and lifting my chin up. Our lips were only inches apart. I slowly leaned forward to kiss him. 

"I miss you too." I whispered. 

"So can we stick together as a family?" He asked.

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