Two months fly by like seconds, and Arrow is slowly moving along.
Calum has only crossed her mind a few times since that night under the bridge, but she still has the blanket. She's incredibly grateful for it because her old hoody is starting to fall apart as the days go by, and though the fabric is a little tattered, it's still very warm and soft. It's her lifesaver on some nights.
After everything that's happened in the past few months, Arrow is nearly out of cash and running low on clothing options. All she has left of the cash she started with is one twenty dollar bill. She's pretty sure that she left the house in December with well over two hundred dollars, but money dissipates almost as fast as weight in her conditions.
It's around the end of March when Arrow has her first run in with the police, and her second meeting with Calum.
She makes the mistake of walking into one of the local clothing closets in the light of afternoon, browsing the aisles anxiously and hoping not to catch anybody's attention. She desperately needs a new sweatshirt and some new shoes. Most of these places don't really look you over that much and usually just let you walk out with the stuff, considering they're basically homeless shelters, and she hopes that's the case with this one.
After spending about thirty minutes in the place, she's rewarded with an old stretched out black sweater and a pair of battered Nike tennis shoes. Just as she's starting to make her way to the front door, somebody clears their throat.
Arrow turns around to see two police officers, one of them holding a badge while the other stands with crossed arms. Her breathing hitches, unease creeping it's way into her veins. "Arrow Jamison, I'm officer Allen and this is officer Jacobs. We are here by request from your stepfather, David Townsend. You're going to have to come with us."
All color drains from her face. Oh, no.
Her mouth drying up more and more with every passing second, Arrow swallows hard and says, "Sorry, but I don't think I can do that." before whipping around and bolting out of the building.
She's still got the sweater and shoes, because she looked hard for those, dammit, and if she's going to get out of this situation she sure as hell wants them to come with her. Her bag is slapping against her back with every footstep and there's a lot of yelling behind her, but she doesn't care. She just keeps running. Because of her weight and lack of nutrition she knows she won't be able to last long, so the girl immediately moves around the place and ducks into one of the back alleyways, aiming to lose the two officers as quickly as possible.
Arrow weaves around corner after corner, switching buildings every time she gets to an end. Chehalis doesn't really have many options when it comes to alleys, but luckily there's enough. She's gone through about seven when she turns around to check if she's lost the men, before swerving around another corner and slamming into another human body.
Both of them fall to the ground, and Arrow is screaming before she can think about it because oh no it's the bloody officers what the hell is she going to do?? The person responds to this by is slapping their hand over her mouth and dragging her off to the side, into an area she doesn't recognize. Of course she writhes like a snake and bites the shit out of his hand because she is not going down without a fight, and if this person really intends to harm her then she will damn sure make him bleed.
The person throws her off the second she tastes blood, and she uses the opportunity to look at her surroundings. She's in some sort of storage area filled with mostly garbage cans and trash, closed off by a gate, which her assailant sets to closing immediately. The place itself is shadowed by the building in front of it, making it dim and hard to see. She's about to scream again when the person swears profusely and drops to the floor, cradling his fist in his lap.

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Taken • cth
FanfictionEverything in her body is screaming at her to look up, to let her eyes frantically scan the area until she can identify him, but she knows that will not end well. She needs to look down, stare at her feet, and pray to God that he leaves. It's been w...