The Victims

Chapter 1

All I could do is run. All I remember is running for my life. He wants me. He knew who my family and friends were. I had to get away. That night I ran and I haven't stopped. Good, mom's not home yet I thought to myself. I packed my bag with the picture of my sister and me. How could I leave her with him, but he won't hurt her unless he has me. I break into the wall safe. I have my passport and 10,000 dollars. I couldn't have known that the killer was him. I loved him. Love. I don't know why, I still do but I do. I got in the car and drove. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was leaving for good.

"How much?" I ask the man behind the counter at the gas station.

"Twenty," he replies.

I throw a fifty at him and told him keep the change. I drove out of town. Big city or small town? Big city. I won't be noticed in a big city as much. I booked a flight to New York. Two missed calls from my sister, Becky. Five missed calls from my mother. Eight missed calls from my father. Ten missed calls from him. He had realized I figured it out. They all had red hair and green eyes. Just like me. How could I have not seen it before?

I have one hour until my plane took off. I had to stay unnoticed. I set out for the mall. I will be a normal teen there. I bought a smoothie in the food court. Next, thing I know I see him. How did he find me? I hurried out to the car before he can see me. It must have been my phone. He tracks my phone. I ditch my phone and head to the airport. No that what he would expect me to do. So I decide to drive around the town. He can't spot me when I am moving.

It had been forty-five minutes since he spot me. I head to the airport to board. I get to the gate only to see my sister. He must have brought her here. He knew I would second-guess my choice to run with her here. She would be in danger if I were to stay. I try to go around but she spots me. To my surprise she has a plane ticket in her hand too.

"Don't be mad. Mom and dad wouldn't let me leave without him," she whispered when she got close to me.

"Why do you have a plane ticket, Becky," I said under my breath.

"Because I know you. You would go on the run. You pick New York, right?"

"How do you know I'm on the run?"

"I thought it was weird how all the girl look like you, and how he acted to the news. So I started"

"You knew my boyfriend was the killer," I shouted a little to loud.

"I didn't know for sure, but I thought he might be."

"Flight 72 now boarding," blared the lady over the intercom.

I We didn't have time to argue. We had to board or we would miss the plane. She knew me too well. I was mad at her for not telling me what she thought. I also want to protect her. I wish she would have stay in town and not came here.