A Summer we won't forget/ A Taylor Caniff and Jack Gilinsky story.

Chapter 42: Running away.

Rianne's pov:

*7:00 in the morning*

He asked me to kiss him. My whole world froze just like when I had first arrived there. He looked at me straight in the eyes slowly inching forward begging me to answer his question. I shook and imagined the outcome of what would happen. Would Taylor hate me?

Then it happened.

Grant just collapsed onto his back. His eyes were still wide open and staring at the ceiling. Was he joking around or was this all real. Thank goodness I hadn't kissed him. I was lucky. Then, the thought came to me. Was he joking around with me? I reached my hand down to his chest seeing my hand tremble. I felt his heart beating still, but he was unconscious. The alcohol definitely knocked him out. Hopefully he would be unconscious for a while. I remembered how he had locked the door and stuffed the key...oh where did he put it?! I pressed my palms against my temples telling myself "think, think, think".

His pocket. I carefully reached down to his pocket lifting up the key. Grants leg shook causing me to stop and gasp in fear, but then he fell back asleep. The key was resting in my hand. I carefully got up and unlocked the door which led me to another room. What did I need right now? Another bottle of alcohol. No, I'm not an alcoholic because of the incident. I needed it for a weapon. I searched in the fridge and in the cabinets. Nothing. I became frantic knowing Grant could wake up any minute.

Finally, after looking for what seemed like forever, I opened up a drawer. In a small glass bottle was some alcohol. I grabbed it and then looked for what I needed next. A lighter. Once again, this took forever to look for. I scrambled through everything and finally found a lighter. I flicked it with my thumb a few times.

A spark would come, but not a full flame. The lighter was almost out of fluid. Great, just great. But then, I saw something next to it. Matches. I grabbed them and unlocked the front door. I hurried out and thought about how dangerous this was. There were tall trees all around me and I could start a forest fire. What if the fire was faster than me and I couldn't escape? I had to do this.

I dumped the alcohol on the cabin leaving it perfectly wet. I grabbed a match and saw it tremble in my hands. I swiped it against the cardboard box and it gave a perfect flame. I threw the lit match on the flammable alcohol. I had no time to watch the fire spread. I had to run.

I heard the crackling of the fire and ran extremely fast. My heart pounded and I dodged the trees. I didn't even focus on realizing if Grant was chasing me or not. All I could feel was the smoke coming in to my chest and filling my lungs with dark black air. I only dared to look back once that whole time. I was about a block away from the cabin, but I could still see it. It was completely in flames along with a few trees next to it.

Grant had jumped out of a window. I saw his figure scrambling out trying to get the bottom of his pants off fire. He had a large burn running down the side of his side. He still continued to run. I hurried and didn't look back again. I heard Grant fall to the ground, but then get back up. He wasn't done yet. He hadn't given up yet. When would he?

I felt myself fall over a sharp rock. I screamed in pain and looked down at my bloody shin. The rock was blade sharp and had left a large scrape down my left shin. Blood dripped, but I got back up crying as I ran.

Over time, I began to get weaker. My left leg was numb and the other one was in pain from just running for so long. My lungs felt like someone had dumped a pound of rocks in them. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I felt Grant getting closer to me. He was only two feet away and I remembered the empty glass bottle in my hand. I turned to him and did what I had to do. I never thought I would do this in my life, but I didn't want to die.

I grabbed the glass bottle and gave it a big swing right in to the side of Grant's head. The bottle shattered leaving blood trail down his jawline. He yelled and shouted some things I don't want to repeat. He grabbed his head in pain as I ran away. I didn't know where to run. I just ran forward.

That was until I felt like the happiest person in the world. I was almost a mile and a half from the cabin. I ran in to somebody. At first, I was scared of who it would be, but then when I looked up with my blurred vision, I saw the boy.

...my boy with the bandana.

Taylor's pov:

When I left, I was scared of course. I didn't want to run in to a dead Rianne or a killer Grant. I walked and walked and even hitch hiked from one person. Rianne's mom wouldn't let me take the car so I got just an hour and fifteen minute ride from a middle aged couple. I made sure to thank them tons and then walked the rest of the way.

It had taken me a long time to walk. I just searched everywhere. It had taken me a couple hours too.

I had noticed something along my way. There was a really big forest fire. How did this start? Rianne? Grant? I didn't want to walk much farther. In fact, my lungs were already burning and I coughed a ton. I saw someone running to absolutely nowhere. Then, they ran in to me. I looked down to the girl.

Her eyes were a dull grey instead of a bright green. She had blood running down her leg and a large bruise plastering her cheek. Her brown tangled hair partially covered her face. She looked miserable, but when she saw me she barely smiled. It was her. Rianne. A few yards away from her was Grant laying down yelling. He clutched his face and curled up in to a ball.

"Taylor?" She asked.

"Rianne?" I asked.

The tears flooded my eyes and I picked her up. I threw her over my shoulder and she rested there half unconscious. I took off my bandana and wrapped it around her leg. It was really wounded. I could barely run with her over my shoulder, but I still managed to. We reached a safe place next to a lake. I laid her down next to it and kissed her forehead. I brushed her hear from her eyes and stroked her bruise on her cheek. She was so peaceful.

"Are you alright, beautiful?"

She nodded closing her eyes. I called the cops.

"911, what's your emergency?" A woman asked.

"Hello, I'm Taylor. Taylor Caniff. I've found Rianne Oliver. She's wounded. I've seen Grant Markus as well, but he is not with me. He is also wounded." I said frantically.

"Alright Sir. Calm down... Thank you for contacting us. Where are you and Rianne?"

I looked around and actually had no idea where we were.

"I-I'm not sure. We're by a lake on the West Side."

I told the woman everything I knew and luckily it was enough for them to locate us. We just waited for them for the longest time. Would everything be okay? I think so....

Authors note:

Hey Honey Bunches Of Oats(: Sorry for not updating yesterday. I've been so busy and I hated to keep you waiting. Anyways, thanks for 130,000 reads. It means so much. I'll try to update tomorrow if I can.<3

What do you think will happen next? I love you all so much!<3

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