A time to remember

Brooke Poole

                He Presses his lips into mine and I put my hands on the sides of his face, pulling him in for more, as he puts a hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer into him. The movement of the train was a little difficult for us to stay in place, but we managed it to work. I stop kissing him for a moment, and he stares at me for a moment. "What's wrong?" I look away, "nothing. It's just.. I have a boyfriend. This isn't right." He gives me a doubting look and says quietly, "Do you really think your going to find your way back to him?" There's a long pause for a moment. "Look, this can just be between us. Okay?" He whispers to me. I give him a slight nod in agreement, and he pulls me in for another kiss.
                                                             ^Tuesday^

                I awaken laying on top of Damon, hearing him say, "Good Morning princess. I hope you slept well." I lift my head up and look him in the eyes and smile. Damon slides a piece of my hair behind my ears as he looks to the right. "Is everything okay?" He looks back up at me and nods without saying anything.
              Damon gets up and walks to the other side of the room checking his phone. I roll to the other side and check my messages.
Damien 7:25 AM: Where the fuck are you Brooke! If your not home in 30 minutes I'm calling the police... And when you get home it won't be pretty.

Damien 7:32 AM: Brooke you better get your ass home now.

Damien 7:40 AM: I've called the police and they can't find you anywhere. Brooke please come home. I miss you baby girl.

Brandon 7:42 AM: Babe your brother texted me saying you didn't come home After school. Where exactly did you walk to? Go back home. He's worried and so am I. I love you, ttyl.
               I break down into hard sobs and burry my face in the pillow. Damon runs over to me and leans down. "Brooke what's wrong?! What happened?" Damon grabs the phone from my hand and sees the messages. "Whose Damien? Is he your dad?" I look up at him and shake my head vigorously, wiping my eyes. "H-he's my brother. He's also my rapist and my molester since I was thirteen!" I scream. Damon looks helplessly at me and tries to calm me down. "Brooke everything's going to be okay. Whose Brandon? He practically blew up your phone," I stare up at him and take the phone from his hands. "That's my boy friend. I told you." He sits down next to me, and reads the rest of the messages with me.
Brandon 7:48 AM: Brooke you better get home. Your brother is freaking out.
Brandon 7:50 AM: Him, and the police came to my house asking if I've seen you. Your brother started choking me when I told him I didn't know anything. He told me you were probably up in my room being the little whore you were. Where are you?!
Damien 8:03 AM: Get your ass home now! I will fucking beat your ass if you don't come home!
I look up at the time on my phone, and it's 10:20 AM. Damon takes the phone out of my hand and puts it in his bag. "Don't listen to anyone right now. Your safe with me." He kisses the top of my head and walks over to his bag and pulls out a bag of chips and brings them back over to me. "Do you want some?" He hands the bag to me and I take a few, shoving them in my mouth. I continue to cry into my pillow. "I miss my boy friend! I miss my home!" I scream. The train suddenly pulls to a halt, and both me and Damon look at eachother. Damon runs over to his bag, and I grab the pillow and blanket as we both run to the far corner of the cart.
               Damon wraps an arm around me tightly, making sure I don't get up. We both are quiet, breathing heavily. The lock to the cart begins to rattle. My heart starts bumping faster and I give a quick look to Damon, and he nods. I shove the blanket and the pillow in his bag, and he puts the other clothing back into his bag. The cart door opens and a ray of light bursts in, along with fresh air. Damon slowly taps on my shoulder to three, and on the third tap, we barge out of the cart, passing a not so happy train guard. "Hey! Stop right there!" The man had said. "Run! No matter what, just run as fast as you can with me!" Damon yells. We both run as fast as we can. Ive never been a fast runner. I failed the high school track team last year, so there was no possible way I could keep up with Damon.
            I was about to quit for a few seconds until I heard two gunshots coming from behind me. I quickly start up again, right next to Damon. I'm surprised how fast he's running, even with the bag on his back. We run for the woods, and loose the men back by the train. Damon slows his pace, and so do I. Damon kneels on the ground breathing heavily as I fall to the ground with a thud gasping for air. I grab at my chest trying to get air, while Damon slowly gets up brushing off his jeans. I still lay on the ground as I look up at Damon only to realize he still had on no shirt. It was a relief to know he wasn't shot this time or else he wouldn't have made it this far.
            "Are you alright?" Damon says, holding a hand out to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me up to my feet. I look around the area, then I look forward. There seemed to be a town just a few feet in front of us. Damon and I quickly continue walking to the possible town that could be there. We walk out of the woods, and a small town is there in front of our eyes. It seemed old and country like. "We are totally far away from home." He whispers quietly to me. I nod in agreement as we walk further down the dirt road. He stops me in my tracks and asks, "What's your favorite color?" I respond to him with, "Green. Why?"
            "No reason. Thanks!" Damon runs off down the road and takes a quick right towards all of the small shops on the side of the road. I'm left alone in the middle of this strange town. I look down at the shirt I'm wearing and realize it says 'I like the pussy.' I immediately pull my arms inside the shirt and take it off as fast as I can, turning it inside out and putting it back on. It's kinda baggy on me so I tie the shirt in the back with my hair tie, so it's tight and just above my belly button. I tie my right shoe, and start walking into the small sandy town.
           "Would you like to buy some fresh Vegetables?" An old lady ,with what seemed to be a Hispanic accent, asked me. "Oh, no thanks. I'm okay." I hold my hands up and continue walking looking for Damon. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a teenage boy that looked about Damon's age, in raggedy clothing and messy dark blonde hair that fell just below his ears. I look at his face, and the boy has light brown eyes, and high-ish cheek bones, and a sharp jaw line. He was extremely good looking. The boy saw me looking at him, and I quickly looked away pretending to talk to one of the people at the food stands. "Hi! How much are the loafs of bread?" I ask the old man running the stand. He gives me a questioning and confusing look. The man starts talking in a language I couldn't understand. I decide it wasn't worth it, and turn away only to find the blonde haired boy right behind me. I give a little shriek and back up slightly. The boy laughs and holds his hand out. "Hi. I'm Miguel, I saw You over here and I wanted to say hello." He has a Hispanic accent as he speaks. I smile up at him, and shake his hand. He was much taller than I had expected. Just a little taller than Damon.
"Well hi. I'm Brooke. My friend Damon was just here, exploring the town." Miguel looks at me and smiles. "Your not from here AT ALL are you?" I give a slight giggle and shake my head. "Neither is my friend. We both are from California." Miguel's smile fades as he looks around. "That's very far away..." Just as I was about to respond, Damon runs over to me, and gets a little in front of me, looking Miguel in the eyes. "Who are you?" He asks Miguel. He tells him his name, and Damon asks if I knew Miguel. "Yes, I just met him actually. Miguel, this is Damon. The friend I was telling you about." Miguel holds his hand out. Damon pretends not to notice and is still staring at the boy. "Where's your family?" Miguel asks me. "Well.. Me and Damon are..." I try and find the words to tell him. "Run aways." Damon finishes for me. He takes a bite out of his apple and is still looking Miguel in the eyes. "Where's yours?" Damon asks. Miguel looks down at his bare feet. "Dead. I'm a lost boy. I've been living in the shelter over there by myself for about two years now." He points to a little shack near a group of trees. "You wanna join us?" I ask Miguel happily. Damon looks me in the eyes and pulls me away. "We hardly know him! And your just gonna ask him to be a part of... Of... Whatever WE are?" I smile up at him. "We can be a group. Come on, he doesn't seem so bad. He's been living in a shack for years Damon. He can use some friends like us." Damon gives me a doubtful look. "Fine. But if he does anything stupid, he's gone." I nod and smile. We both walk over to Miguel. "Come with us." He gives me a confused look. "Come where?"
"Anywhere. Me and Damon are just running around I guess. Looking for a new home or whatever. I don't know exactly. But join us. Be our friend and live with us." I smile at Miguel and a smile spreads on his face. "He hugs me and nods. "I would love to." I see Damon roll his eyes, and me Damon and our new friend Miguel start walking to a little spot near a tree in the town.