\\ MELODY \\
This morning when I get done for school, I'm a zombie. Everything is done right, but my brain won't stop going over yesterday.
According to Justin, my parents were friends with Trae Livingston. My parents died three years ago and that's how I ended up living with Justin. That's when we became best friends.
Now, Trae Livingston wants me.
I freeze on my spot. How did this happen?
"Mel, we're leaving now. We can't afford to bunk again, like yesterday," Justin enters my room.
I snap out of it. "I'm ready," I say, setting my brush down and grabbing my phone.
We walk down the stairs together. Once we're in the car, Justin speaks.
"Do you want to leave?"
I blink at his question. "And go where?"
"Anywhere," he grins. "London, France, Australia,"
"I wish we could, but we can't just run away from our problems," I say, even though Australia doesn't sound that bad. Or even France.
"Yes, we can. And it's not running, we can take a plane,"
"You know what I mean," I roll my eyes.
"Just go with it, Mel," he says, pulling into the parking lot of school. "I'll see you later,"
I get out the car and walk to my locker. When I get there, Violet is leaning against it.
"Morning," she says, stepping forward so I can fetch my books.
"Hey Vi," I say, trying my best to act like nothing's wrong.
"I take it you heard about what happened on Monday?" She asks.
I nod.
"Do you know what the fight was about?" She asks.
"Nope," I lie.
Together we walk to class.
I love Violet, but sometimes she can be really nosy.
In the middle of calculus I tune out.
"Sorry, Miss, but I must see Melody. It's an emergency,"
I tune back in to see Justin talking to my teacher.
"Very well," Miss Edwards nods. "Melody, please leave,"
With that, I get out of my seat and make my way to Justin, who stands by the door.
"What's up?" I ask once we're outside.
Justin's face pales. "I fear for your safety," he blurts out.
"Why would you say that to me?" I groan.
"Listen," he says, firmly placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I heard some of the other fighters talking about getting paid to get you. We can't take any chances, Mel,"
Something in his voice is desperate and I feel it pull at my heart.
"What are we gonna do?" I ask, my heart rate increasing.
"We have to leave. Now." He grabs my arm and together we walk to the parking lot.
"We'll make a quick stop at home, get the essentials and then we're leaving," he says, getting in the drivers seat.
Once we're inside the house, we head upstairs and start packing everything we need, throwing into bags. Justin says if we use suitcases, it'll look more obvious that we're running.
When I enter my room, I throw all my underwear and bras into a bag, along with a few shorts, jeans and leggings. I also add in sweaters and jerseys, as well as a few tees.
I pack in a pair of sneakers and boots.
Right now, it's autumn, so I'm packing warm clothes.
I grab all my bags and drag them downstairs.
"Hey, Mel! Do you need the tampons?" Justin shouts from upstairs. I rest my head in my hands, feeling a blush work it's way up my cheeks. He comes running down the stairs, a huge grin evident on his face.
"I'll pack it in case you need it," he smirks, and I feel the urge to thump him. He's my best friend and we talk about shit like this, but I don't think I'll ever get over the embarrassment.
Once the heat has left my cheeks, I move to the kitchen to start packing the food. Or well, not food, but sweets and things. We pack skittles, cookies and water. I almost laugh at that, even though it's really not funny.
"I think we're ready," Justin says, as we begin to carry the bags outside and pack them in the trunk.
Once all of them are in, we get back in the car and Jason begins driving.
"Where are we going, J?" I ask, nervous.
"This is last minute, so I figured we check into a hotel for the night and go from there," he says, keeping his eyes on the road.
I nod, looking out the window.
I'm scared.
Justin is the only thing close to family that I have now. If I lose him, I'll lose myself.
"Was this the right idea?" I whisper to him.
"Time will tell." he quotes with a smile. I can't help but feel warm inside.
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