Blind Love (Reese Wilkerson) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

(A/N: So I was looking up small town in Colorado for the story and there was a Reese St. in the town that I picked, which was Silverton, and I was so happy and yeah. Anyways, read on my lovely readers.)

I woke up the next morning and Doreen was tapping me gently on the shoulder. "C'mon. Wake up Darlin'. We're in Arizona," She said, softly. I stirred awake and opened my eyes. "Thank you so much," I smiled, now mostly awake. I stood up from my seat and reached up to the storage compartment above the seats. I slung my bag over my shoulders and started walking to the front of the bus. Doreen was sitting down in the driver's seat now. "You ever need anything, call me. I will try to get there as soon as possible," She said. "Thank you so much. For everything," I replied. smiling. "Hope you find your way to Colorado, Bailey." She smiled. I exited the bus and waved to her through the glass door. She waved back and drove away, back onto the highway. I sighed. "Now. How the hell do I get to Colorado?" I said to myself. I went up to the station that Doreen had dropped me off at and walked to the ticket booth. I filled out everything I needed to and bought my ticket. I sat down on a little bench and waited for the bus.

----TIME SKIP: COLORADO----

I quickly got off the bus with the other twenty people who were also on the bus. It was mostly people with kids or tourists. I held onto the piece of paper that had Doreen's number in it. I sat down on a bench, and put her number in my contacts. I also put my parent's numbers in it. I bet they're probably worried about me, but I need to stop thinking like that. My life then doesn't exist anymore. I shoved my phone in my pocket and walked into town. I guess if I'm staying here, I might as well get a job. I reached into my bag and grabbed the file that had fake documents in it. When Bryce and I were still close, we had planned to run away after a huge fight with our parents. He knew some people who could forge documents like birth certificates. I read it over to make sure everything was correct.

Full Name: Noel Christine Jones

Date of Birth: 9/12/69 (A/N: I did the math and I'm making Bailey and Reese the same age, so Bailey's fake identity person is 17)

Parents: Hannah Anne Jones (Deceased)

Michael Thomas Jones (Deceased)

Everything seemed to be in order. From now on, I was Noel Christine Jones. I walked towards a shop that said 'Help Wanted' on the door. It was a little antique shop. I opened the rusty, wooden, worn out door and walked inside. I was immediately hit with the smell of dust and smoke. "Hello?" I called. An old woman who looked almost too old to be walking around by herself walked out from a room behind the counter. She looked at me and then started going through her drawer behind the counter. I I coughed, trying to breath through the strong fumes. "I saw your sign outside and I wanted to know if you were hiring," I explained. The old woman stood up from looking in her drawer and was holding a cigarette in her hand. In her other hand she was attempting to light it, but her hands were shaking too much. "Um. maybe that's not a good idea," I said, quietly. I walked over to the counter. 'Do you need help with that, Ma'am?" I asked. "Oh, this. I'm fine. The button just gets stuck sometimes," she explained. She finally got it and lit her cigarette. "Do you want the job? No one's ever bought anything from here in ages," she explained. I nodded. "I never saw you 'round here. You new?" She asked, taking another drag from her cigarette. "Yeah. I just came here. It's been hard since I lost my parents," I lied, faking a face that had sorrow written over it. The old woman put down her cigarette and stepped on it to make it stop burning. "You poor girl. What's your name?" She asked. "Noel," I lied. "Well, Noel. You have yourself a job. My name is Katherine." She explained.

(A/N: Sorry it's so short. I promise the next chapters will be longer.)