The Girl Who Ran

A New Home

The next morning I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. The sun had not even fully risen when I got up to look out the dirty window sill. I quietly tip-toed out of the room for I didn't want to wake Annie, she needed her rest. I walked into the kitchen where Reagan stood wearing a tight-fitting, dark red shirt with blue jeans and a black belt that hugged his hips. He was looking out the window at the beautiful pink sunrise, but his attention quickly shifted to me when I stepped into the kitchen. Those blue eyes were on me and his pearly white grin gave me goosebumps as he made me a cup of coffee as well. He was so beautiful. I could not picture all of him very well yesterday since he was wearing an old, work sweater, but now I can see everything. The muscles on his arms were strong and bold, and I could see all the veins in his wrist that led to his rough hands. He was incredibly fit with a hard stomach. I had never been one of the girls to go for a guy, let alone one with abs. Everything was perfectly put together. "What kind of god are you?"

As I stood there in the kitchen, I hardly noticed how hard I was staring at him. You couldn't blame me, I was mesmerized. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door,

"Mr. Reagan," in a hard voice.

"That's the sheriff! Go hurry and get Annie and go sit out in the back in the shed! They will take her away from you if you don't!" Reagan assured. I ran into the room, swept Annie into my arms and flew outside where a softly tripped into a pile of hay in the shed. Annie opened her eyes for a moment but was hushed back to slumber. I could hear the door open and men stepping into his house.

"The last sighting of Angel and Annie Smith was with you, sir," said a harsh voice.

"Oh no sheriff, I was going to bring the darlings to you after I stopped at the gas station, but when I returned from inside, they were gone," Reagan stressed.

"Then you wouldn't mind us looking around would you?" the sheriff pushed.

"Certainly not." I could hear heavy footsteps inside the house, but then the dryer door was opened. My heart immediately started to race at the thought of Annie being taken away from me because of our wet clothes in the dryer.

"Female undergarments and a child's dressings?" the officer was definitely suspicious now. I prayed that Reagan wouldn't turn us over, stay strong, please.

"That is my girlfriend's. She has a baby too!" He quickly added. Good thinking.

"She left her garments?"

"If you must know, we are quite serious." Reagan implied.

"Alright then," and the officer left with his crew and the child protective services.

The shed door opened and Reagan assured me that it was alright to come out. As we walked back inside, he wrapped his arm around Annie and me.

"You will be safe with me, but we can no longer stay here," Reagan said as he pulled me in closer, my head resting on his chest in an awkward hug.

With tears in my eyes, I managed only a stutter "where will we go?"

"My uncle has an old cabin that I partially own. We can stay up there for a while. You are not an adult yet, so they will most likely put you in a foster house with or maybe even without Annie. I hated my life, only being seen as a "temporary". I care too much to let anyone take you away as they took me."

"Aren't you suppose to be enforcing the law, not breaking it?" I wondered.

"Sometimes your heart pushes you to do some crazy things, but even if I lose my job and I get arrested, I will always remember that I saved you guys from a lot of heartache and vulnerability," he smiled. I agreed and we headed out to the snowy mountain tops. We made sure to keep exposure on the down-low and take the back roads and alleyways out of the city to ensure the safety of Annie and I. Reagan drove the whole way, and he looked so handsome driving in his old truck. There were Pepsi cans rolling around, there was a green Chevy hat sitting on the dashboard in front of me, and in the back were tools galore! I assumed that he use to be a mechanic before becoming a fireman due to the way his truck smelled; rusty, just like a shop.

We arrived a few hours later, luckily Annie didn't whine that much until I woke her up when I got out of the truck. We arrived at a beautiful craftsman cabin that would be the perfect home. The snow out in the front was untouched and sparkled, the rocks that lead up to the house were various colors of greys, and it had the most amazing view that I had ever seen. The cabin overlooked the entire city, what a beautiful sight! Reagan pointed me to a back bedroom where I laid Annie down as I made her another bottle. She was always hungry. That was the only reason she ever cried. She could stub her toe and be perfectly fine, but when she was hungry she would whine and cry. Reagan offered a towel and a change of clothes for a shower. He was so thoughtful. I went into the bathroom and undressed as I started the shower. The warm water felt great against my aching body. The mental and physical pain of this all was really starting to take a toll on my body and it had only been a day since I lost my parents. I quickly washed my hair and when I was done, I just stood under the water and let my feelings wash away down the drain.

When was finally finished, I got out of the shower and dried off. I stared at the mirror real hard, admiring parts of my nude body, but there were some things I wish I could change. Don't get me wrong, I had great hygiene, but I was living with an attractive male that wasn't too much older than I was, and I figured that I should be prepared if anything were to happen accidentally or maybe even purposely. I was officially done shaving and prepping every hair, imperfection, and scar that covered my body. I had this one huge scar that I could not cover, though. I had a cyst that was the size of a small melon in my lower abdomen. Thankfully the doctors tested it and it revealed negative for cancer. The scar is about 4 inches in length and looked much like a crescent. William would tease me and call me Luna because he thought it looked like the moon.

I put on the clothes realizing that they had a familiar scent to them. They were Reagan's clothes, but it wasn't his cologne that I smelled. It was the unique, natural aroma every person gives off. I just stood there smelling his shirt. He would probably think I'm a freak if he ever caught me.