FREAK

Noah

A lady wearing jeans, combat boots, and a hoodie just told me to leave my own home. Even worse, she's got a gun in a holster at her side. I managed to keep my cool to avoid from any unnecessary conflict with her. "Why do you want me out of here?"
"A little birdie told me that you were unhappy with altercation. So I'm here to take you to a safer location," she smiled as she said this.
"How do I know that I can trust you?"
She stepped further into my dimly lit bedroom. I noticed that she was unaltercated. "Honey," her face softened, "so I look like someone who's here to hurt you in any way?"
I pointed to her gun, "yes."
She glanced at the weapon, "that's just in case someone tries to hurt us."
My eyes narrowed, "and who might that someone be?"
Bam!
"NOAH! OPEN UP!" Oh no, dad.
In a flash, the lady grabbed me and shifted me into a bridal style position. "Hold on, kid," she said right before we both plummeted out the window. We landed on pavement bellow. The only indication of it being a grunt from the woman carrying me. She ran so fast that the world blurred. I had nothing in my hands at the time either. We were unprepared and running from FATHER?! This couldn't end well. He'd probably kill me for running off with her.
     Or... maybe it was the day she was actually going to save me. Maybe I'd be able to escape the hell hole that was my crud life in town. An even darker alternative crossed my mind. WAIT WAS I GOING TO GET ALTERED?!
     My thoughts skidded to a halt when the woman panted, "its fine kid, your shakin' a bit. But it's going to be fine. I won't hurt ya. Just don't squirm and you won't be altered, kay?"
     I hadn't even noticed that I was panicking. At least, not until I noticed my whole body shuttering and the increased heart rate. This lady was off. She acted as if snatching children from their homes and taking off with them was an everyday thing.
     Once again, my train of thought halted when father could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs behind us. I heard him yell something along the lines of, "GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING OFFSPRING!"
     The woman looked annoyed. Or angry. I can't tell with girls. Their confusing.
She screamed back, and to my surprise, SHE SHOWED NO EMOTION OTHER THAN ANGER THROUGH HER ENTIRE STATEMENT!
     "FUCK YOU!" She shouted.
     That was bound to make him red in the face. He even growled. I shut my eyes as soon as it happened. Only to hear a gunshot seconds later and that shouting cease.
     I no longer felt wind slamming into my body. Meaning, we slowed down. To a halt even.
     I opened my eyes to see the forest that cradled the outskirts of our town. Tall redwoods scattered around us.
     "Damn," she painted, "he didn't put up much of a fight. Did he?"
     I stayed silent.
     "Not a talker eh?"
     I shook my head.
     "MKay, but as much as I want us to be, we aren't done yet," her expression twisted into dissatisfaction.
     "How much longer...?" I could barely get the words out. They were so quiet and shaky.
     "Hm?" She couldn't even hear them.
     "H-how much longer?" This sounded more normal. Then again, nothing was normal anymore.
     "Ah!" She said it gleefully, her dissatisfaction faded. "We go follow that road," she pointed to a distant concrete road that I had missed during my observation. It wasn't new looking either. It was basically invisible due to all the shrubbery it was covered in.
"Okay..." I went back to a shyer tone.
"Aight, the name's Amber by the way. We got a long way to go and I at least want you to know my name before you get too uncomfortable."
Was she kidding? I was MORE than uncomfortable. I was-I was...I CAN'T EVEN THINK OF ANYTHING! "Noah...I'm Noah"
She latched her hand onto mine. I felt something sharp make contact with my skin. In contrast with her soft skin, this wasn't part of the hand. I looked to see a silver ring made up of red ruby and blue sapphire gems. They swirled into a pattern at the center. The ring was decorated beautifully. It had designs that must have taken ages to carve.
"Whatcha lookin' at, bud?" She stared down at the ring. "Oh," concern washed over her and returned back to cheerful instantly. "My wedding ring?"
"You're married?" I peered up at her. There's no way the chick that breaks into houses constantly is married.
"Well, I was," see. "He's passed, though."
"Oh," I said," it's still a pretty ring."
We both grinned at my statement and continued down the road.