Welcome to East Grove

~Heading to East Grove~

"Mmph- LET GO OF ME!" I yelled at the man with a knife to my throat.  "Sorry sweet cheeks, no chance in that happening." he said smugly. "What's your name?" "Kylie." I felt the cold metal of the knife, seemed to be a carving knife, no, better yet, a bowie. Just my luck. I tried to get away, but he was to fast. "Make another move like that, and you'll be dead in a second." he said, laughing, probably at the thought of me being dead in his arms. "Who are you anyways?" I asked as he took the knife away from my neck and threw me in the passenger side of a truck. "What's it to ya?" "Well, wouldn't you want to know who your soon to be killer is?" "Name's Derek." "Well, Derek, what are you going to do with me?" "Just take you were you need to be." "And wh-where is that at?" I said, stuttering. "East Grove, a place that is a little bit safer than the streets. I guess I'm saving your life by threatening it. Ha. How ironic." "E-east Grove?" I'd heard about that place, that's where my parents were going to put me, instead they tossed me out. "You're mighty young looking to be out on the streets, alone, with no protection, aren't ya?" "No." "Well, how old are then? 13?" "I'm actually 15, almost 16. You're pretty talkative for a masked killer, aren't you Derek?" "15? Wow. I can't help it, it's a long ride to East Grove." "Ugh. How old are you Derek?" "18. And I know you think I was going to kill you, but I wasn't. I had to find a way to get your pocket knife away from you. I-" "How'd you know I had a knife?" "It was sticking out of your boot. As I was saying, I work and live at East Grove. They send me out every 4 months to go find people on the streets and take them to 'The Grove'." "Hm. You're not to bad for someone who almost killed me." "Haha. Just so you know, I have a split personality. And you're my only friend." "Well, that's fine with me, I'm sure it's not that bad. And thanks. I think."