On The Run (On Hold)

Chapter 8

 Andy Pov:

The car did not stop once and the drive took us further and further away from home. Every scenery that passes looks new and indescribable as the dark hid them away. I keep quiet and think to myself at how my life totally sucks right now.

I finally felt safe and love at home with Carrie and Tommy, but that was taken away with a blink of an eye. There is not a word to describe all that I’m feeling at the moment and if time can change within the last twenty four hours, I would so love for it to do so.

I feel so exhausted, tired, broken, confuse, lost, and a little mixture of everything negative. The past few years I have been waiting for a place I can call my home and when I finally found it, I have to run away from it all.

I look at the time and its only 10:34. Max has been driving for four in a half hour, but it seems so much longer. Speaking of Max, he hasn’t said a word to me since we last talked about what had happened and that makes me a little nervous. I wonder what he thinks of this whole situation.

I’ve tried a few times to make conversations with him, but I don’t really know what to say. I don’t really know how to open or express myself to people even with Carrie. My feelings are hidden deep down inside and the wall that shields it is being overly protective.

I’m grateful that he is risking his own life to help me, but I don’t really know much about him except he is old enough to drink. So I say he should be around twenty something. I hope he is not in his late twenties because that would be way weird for me and would make him look more like a creeper.

I giggle to myself because of my outburst earlier. I can’t believe I actually called him a creeper to his face. The expression he got from it was priceless and if he didn’t toss my phone out the window I would’ve definitely taken a picture.

“What are you laughing about?” Max finally said the first few words to me after a century of being quiet.

“Nothing” I said shaking my head and giggling some more

He looks at me with a squinted forehead like I’m a crazy person… “I guess it’s nice to see you smile after everything that’s happened”

“No” I said trying to calm my giggle down… “I’m just laughing about earlier when I yelled at you and called you a creeper” I said giggling harder this time which I know will turn into laughing matter

“Oh that” he says not sounding happy about it and rolled his eyes

“Oh come on, you have to admit you did sound like one when you said you were following me”

“Well yeah if you put it that way, but a creeper? Why couldn’t you find another word like hero or something?”

“Max, I don’t think the word following defines the word heroic” I said and shook my head

“But I did save you right?” he said raising his eyebrows

“Yes you did” I smiled sincerely at him and he did the same back. I stare out to the open road again and can’t help but wonder where we are going… “So how long until we get there?” I asked

“We still have a long while” he answers vaguely again and I didn’t ask more… “Are you hungry?”

“Not really” I said shaking my head a little. I don’t really have much of an appetite at the moment which is very rare.

“Well I need to stop and put gas so I’ll get a little snack or something” Max says

I didn’t answer to that and another moment of silent started. We drove for a few more minutes until we saw a gas station off the freeway so Max exited. I try to offer him some money because that’s the least I can do for helping me out, but he said he got it.