Betrayed

Part 2: Travel

I arrived at my house too late. The orphange guys were here, along with my mom.

One of them came up and asked, ''Hope you're ready.''

I smirked. I saw Hutcherson kept his promise, in the garage was a canvas sheet covering what appeared to be a bike. I looked at the man, trying to hide my cocky smile. ''Yeah, lemme just go up and grab my bags.''

''Alright, just hurry up. We haven't got a lot of time on our hands.''

As I walked towards the door, I saw my mom holding back some tears. She wasn't trying to look at me, I didn't blame her. I walked to my room, taking my time, grabbing my bag. I looked at the manila envelope and put it inside my pocket. I stuffed my laptop and as much food I could fit in there, I also stuffed money into my pockets.

I checked the garage, the bike was underneath the canva sheet. It was an old Harley bike, a sleek chrome finish and a black decal job. I pulled the bike to the back of the garage, careful not to make a noise. I gently started the engine, and walked over and broke the chain in the garage door, causing it to fall down.

I started the bike, and jumped over the garage door. I drove out the drive way, staring at the guys from the orphange, smirking.

''Eat it, nerds!'' I was confident I got away with it. Not.

The orphange guys got into their van and started chasing after me. I was thinking in my head,' Ok, I'm 16 and on a bike, I'm running away to Canada, and the police are probably gonna chase after me. Oh well, at least since my mom no longer has custody over me, the police can't call my parents.'' Funny, after all this, I'm cracking jokes.

I pulled into a narrow alley, big enough for my bike to fit but not their van. I waited behind a dumpster and saw their van pass by.

I snuck out and went the opposite direction, only to see the bike was running on empty. I saw a note on the fuel gauge. '' Haha, You wanted a bike, Not GAS!!!'' Dammit Hutcherson, I was aggravated. I pulled into a gas station with what remained of my fuel.

I was too young to walk into a gas station and buy gas, I couldn't leave a trail. I thought fast, I hated myself for this. I grabbed a passerby and beat him down, taking his credit card.

''Hey, buddy what's your PIN.''

The guy had blood running down his face, he was uttering a few numbers. I went up to fill my bike, I went back to give the guy his card back, he left.

I threw the card away, I couldn't leave a trail.

So far, I broken 3 charges, 4 if you count beating an individual.

I hated myself for this.