A New Home

chapter 1 = tripping

this book is the sequel to Come Home.

9:47am
Buzz,buzz,buzz

"What!" My mind was racing, mostly cause I jolted awake from a nice dream, haven't had one of them in awhile.

To realise I woke from a gold dream to my annoying phone going off, buzzing the heck out of the wooden night stand.

It was only a hotel I kept saying to myself, if I even think to pick up that phone and call I won't be staying in a hotel next it will be on the roof of a car.

Monique had given me an ultimatum, I can either go with the wench around to her uncles house or catch the next bus back to the once nice and calming place I used to call home but now it's only a pit stop little town I will pass for fuel.

After the whole Monty-breakdown thing in the middle of the night, one chip left and no money yeah that, Monique rescued me. She was a life saviour, and never in my whole life span would I even think to call her that.

She wisked me off my feet and we've been traveling from town to town, hotel to hotels until we reach her filthy uncles house.

The believer Monique is, thinks that her uncle will help us get answer to the whole scandal which unveiled right in front of my eyes. Beginning with the night I was kidnapped and hurt. Then I guess we find out the rest later on our journey that's what I hope for.

"uh um uh" Monique bursts into the small hotel room, a bag of chips in her hand looking more worried then I've ever seen her.

"what's wrong Monique" I question her ways

"uh we need to leave now, we have unexpected visitors" she stands straight and looks me right in the eye like I was to blame for the sudden rush of worriedness.

"is is it- is, .... Them" I was more worried then she was now, how could them bastards find me. we made sure we covered everything we did. Using no credit card or phone, PHONE'S, they tracked us.

"the bastards tracked us, that's how they found us"

"how, my phones been off this whole trip, ISN'T YOURS" she pounced and grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it to the celling.

"I opened it to see if anything important happened and forget to turn it all off last night"

"you stupid Bitch" without another breathe she left the empty room with all the stuff, no nothing was left in the room. There was no point chasing after her, she was long on her way to her wealthy uncle's house by now without the main thing that's she going there for.

"oh god, I need to go now" I grab the little pieces of stuff still left on the dirty carpet, a couple of dollars, one half empty muesli bar and the rest of the wine in the mini fridge. Not mush that could get me out of this shithole excuse the vocabulary.

Walking with hoodie over my ratty short hair, yes I cut it all off so no one would recognise me and for some time it looked good but now it looks awful. My jeans are all dirty from the late car rides across the dirt roads, picking up almost all of it in the tires and up to my pants and now on this sunny morning in the middle of nowhere, the sun drying out all the moisture that's left in my lifeless body but for some reason the last energy that's left in my body drags me towards his car, his new done up car.

Through the dusty window I saw them, the 4 most hatred and awful people in world. Alongside him was another chick, her hand on his shoulder. I'd hope it wasn't like that, even though he did some of the most awfulness things in the entire world he still is the one guy I loved. Gran and pops were there and so being Stan with another female around his hand. One part of me thought I could just leave them standing in that lobby, arguing with the receptionist but that wasn't fair on her and plus I wanted to see their faces just one last time so I thought of a dumb plan.

After another 5 minutes of standing in the lobby, guests trying to check out got aggravated so they all were booted out, and then comes me still standing in the middle of the gravel road, looking like a dumpster diver.

"what next, they're probably miles away now!" nan sounded worried for me, and in this very second I should be feeling guilty but I never will again for what they did.

"just calm down, we have to find her she can't run forever" they looked each way not even stopping at me in the middle until the witch who I assume is Stan girlfriend looks at me.

"uh guys" she points at me, my head still kicking around at the rocks in the gravel.

"Monty, no this can't be, how. why?" Oscar looked like he had every emotion and thought running through his body.

They run to hug me but I leap backwards not wanting to feel anything from them, nothing at all. The 2 girls beside them looked like they could slit my thought especially the one next Oscar.

"What's the catch" Stan steps up to question me.

"catch, maybe the one thing on my mind is living and maybe the only reason I'm standing here tolerating your voices is because I want to live today and maybe not catch another ride from a van passing here with strangers in it that just rape me for the sake and for payment. Maybe I don't want to run, I just want to escape this hell but I can't since I have nowhere else to run since my one friend is gone and I forgot to turn my phone off and you'll all are here because I didn't do that. You all were waiting months for an opportunity to rescue me so id forgive you when you showed up right?"

Speechless they all were except for Oscars new girl toy.

"we only came because we care about you" she really should have shut her mouth.

"where's bonnie or Charlie? Are they okay" maybe I did have a soul but not for the group that were standing right in front of me.

"they're fine, worried about you Monty" nan spoke up, she was about to cry and so was I.

"why do you both have minions following you around, care to explain why they had to come and rescue me as well. It hurts enough to see you all here so healthy and happy but to see you have cling ongs kind of breaks me abit" my mind was racing with what kind of response they would brew up.

"um, excuse me but we care about so that's why we came k" she sounded as fake as barbie.

"you look as fake as a three-dollar bill" she looked as if she'd been shot in the heart, ouch.

My plan may have not gone as perfect as I would have hoped but at least it didn't blow up in my face. We left the old hotel and headed on a long journey back home, I unfortunately didn't call shotgun and got booted to the back of Oscars back seat with barbie in the front. Oscar looked more focused the road then when he took important tests, he didn't even look happy to have little miss perfect beside him. This trip was going to be boring, boring and guess what even more boring, yay for me.

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this is the follow up book from Come Home so to understand this one more I would recommend reading the first awesome story,

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