A Girl's View

Good Girl Gone Bad

I wake up and rush into my clothes. I am so stupid. Today is Saturday. I try and go back to sleep but my mind won't let me. Might as well get up then. I got up and ate some Little Debbie's that I found in the refrigerator. They were delicious. It's not like I don't eat real food, it's just I don't like to eat real food for breakfast. The one thing on my mind: Jacob. Why, I have no clue. I should be thinking about Logan and, most importantly, my mission. My mom said that I have three more weeks and then we are gone. I need to find him and fast then. I wasn't sent here to play kiddie games, I was sent here to find my real father and take him down. I know how bad that sounds, but you haven't heard why yet. My father is a bad man. His name, Adam Lockheart, and he loves to play games. He manipulates people, kills people, and despises me the most. My real mother, Michelle Lockheart, died because she said something that he didn't like. I took my foster mother, Lucilia Underwood's, last name. She has raised me since I was five years old. As I said, my father is a bad man and someone needs to take him down. I didn't sign up for this, but this is what needs to be done. I am the only one of my siblings who made it out alive. Jack and Ruby died in the house fire that my dad started. I have barely talked about them since.

When my siblings and my mom died, I was heartbroken. My hatred for my dad grew stronger by the minute. Then Logan stepped into my life, and everything started to become good again. He helped me through everything. He made me happy when I was sad, calm when I was mad, and thankful for my life. He was my everything and then we had to move. I didn't tell him because I knew that it would break his heart. It broke my heart to know that I had to leave him behind. It brought me to tears when I had to lie to him. I just completely shut down after that. I shut everybody out of my life and learned to deal with the pain all alone. I never even wanted to be alone till I realized that I had to be alone. Every person that I love, somehow gets hurt. I know that I hurt Logan, and it hurt me to hear the pain in his voice. In all honesty, I love Logan. He is my best friend and I never wanna lose him. Anyway, I need to find my father. First, I have to come up with a plan. Then, I'll sneak out of this terrible place to find my father. Finally, when I find my father, I will take him out and then move back to Chicago, so I can be with Logan. Hopefully it all works out. Where was I? Oh right, my mission. I grab my bag and sneak out of the school. Skipping for just one day wouldn't get me killed, right?

I run down the gravel road that I found last night, and see that Jacob is waiting for me. "What are you doing here? You are going to get us both killed." I hiss at him, approaching him. He looks at me and shakes his head. "Eliza, chill. I do this all the time. Plus, you know why I am here, right? You have got to know why I am here. You're a Lockheart for God's sake." I shake my head and fight the tears. "Never mention that again unless you want to be killed." He looks at me and I see the pain in his eyes. He looks broken by the world, trying to fix himself but the pieces aren't fitting right. That's how I looked for years, and I am not going to let him do this to himself. It's too painful to know that he is dying on the inside. I have got to help him, somehow. "Jacob, stop doing this to yourself. It's destroying you." He looks at me and replies, "But it's all my fault, and your dad is the only one that can help me." I shake my head in disbelief. "What do you mean, Jacob? What's happening? What's your fault?" He looks down at the ground, and he tries to avoid my questions, but he knows me too well for that. "Eliza, I saw my parents get tortured in front of me. They were trying to get the info on me and my parents wouldn't break. Talk about being there at the wrong time. I tried to save them but it was too late. You do know of the gangs, don't you?" I shake my head as he continues, "There are, or were, six gangs. The Lockhearts' at the top, then the Smiths, then the Lamberts, then the Johnsons, then the Jones', and finally, you have the Bartlett's. All victorious and strong, bound by their blood to kill. They all have had many battles and many were lost as much as won. The Bartlett's wanted complete power, so they started to kill the gangs off, one by one. They have only, successfully, killed two whole gangs off, the Lamberts and Jones'. They have three left to go, and they tried to kill off the Smiths but they couldn't kill me. I was too quick. Eliza, I need your father's help." I shake my head and try to run.

"Eliza please," he begs me, as I run away from him, "I need your help. Please help me. Please!" I stop and turn around. "I am nothing like my father anymore. I hate my father. He's a monster. I want no part of this, Jacob. Last time I was, my mother and siblings were killed. I can't help you. Now, leave before you get us both killed." He shakes his head and grabs my arm. "You don't understand," he looks me in my eyes, "I am breaking. Being torn apart from my past mistakes. Being haunted by the ones I love. My heart is bleeding and I need it to stop. Please, Eliza, help me." I pull away from him and shake my head. "I do understand, but you need to let me leave here as fast as possible. I will help you, but in time Jacob. You need to go back, before we are both killed." He nods, kisses my forehead, and whispers in my ear, "Good luck. Thank you..." Then he walked away, and I ran as fast as I could. I grab my gun out of my bag and put it in my boot. I am not dying today...

I ran at least 10 miles. I think I am safe now. I start to walk slowly in the woods, not good right? I told Jacob that I would help him, but how? I hate my father and he hates me. I'll figure that out later. For right now, I need to figure out where I am headed and fast. I walk into a gas station and see that I am 15 miles south of Cleff. So, that means walk west towards Albancock. Where my dad's gang hangs, and where his hideout is. I tell the clerk thank you and walk out. I see the cops and bolt. The cars followed me, which means I have got to get away fast. I bolted behind the store and ran as a cheetah hunting prey in the night. It's too late to turn back now, but I realize that I am running east not west. I stop, dead in my tracks, and see that I am being chased, but not by the police. I pause, then hear gunshots. A bullet lodged itself into my hip and I fell to the ground. "Looks like we hit it, boss! What do you want us to do now?" I didn't hear the complete conversation, because I was slowly crawling away. Stupid me, they could probably see the blood trail that I was leaving behind. I might as well stop. I stop and await my capture. "Found it!" I heard faintly. I felt hands on me then passed out...

I awake to people yelling at me and kicking me. I scream and put pressure on my hip because it hurt so bad. They stopped. "Oh no, it's Lockheart's child. What do we do now?" Before anyone else could answer, I yell, "I suggest you leave me alone and back it on up!" I, slowly, sit up. Blood was oozing out of my wound. "Help me!" I yell, as soon as I realize that I am bleeding. A guy, around my age (17), brought me a bandage. He wrapped me up and wished me luck. I thanked him and let him leave me. I was all alone now and there was no escape. There was no Jacob or Logan to come and save me now. It was just me, and me alone. I am guessing that the big guy walking towards me was their boss. "You have some nerve keeping me here like this. I can't believe you shot me either. That was child's play." He muttered something under his breath, then said, "Sorry for the inconvenience. I didn't mean to cause any kind of trouble, but you were running for a reason, yes?" I nod my head and spit up a little bit of snot mixed with some blood. "All I want is to know why you were running then we will set you free."

I roll my eyes and say, "I am a teenager doing wrong, running from the cops. There, happy?" He nodded. I'm a good girl gone bad, I thought. He looks at me and demands, "Luke! Come here, now!" The guy that helped me out earlier appeared. "Would you mine driving this fine young lady, back to where she belongs?" I shake my head and decline, "Um, no thanks. I need to walk there, on foot. You don't understand, sir." He slapped me and threw me down. "Now, Luke!" Luke picks me up and helps me to his car. "You don't have to drive me, you know?" He smiles. "I wish that was the case, but my father would kill me if I didn't. What's your name?" I look at him and say, "My name is Eliza Underwood. So Luke, what gang are you from?" He cranks his car and backs up. "The Johnsons' gang. Why?" I look at him with fear in my eyes. "They are after your dad. We have got to go back and fast."

Author's Note- Hoping you like it so far. I need some ideas for a look for Logan. If you have any, feel free to comment and share please. Thank you my fellow followers.