Blood Tears - Editing in process.

Chapter 3 - Journeys

The city centre was a good half-hour away by bus, Vickey lived on the outskirts of the city. With all the churches, rivers and fields, you never would have guessed there was a shopping mall or cinema any where near her. The bus station, apart from the new motorway, was the only lively place for miles near Vickey's country style home.

The 'walk' to the bus station took a good 20 minutes, well, it was more of a cautious jog. The busy busses were leaving from their shelters and some were just arriving, their drivers munching on pasties and BLTs.

Vickey walked over to the office to check the time table, and prices. Vickey searched for the bus into town, looking around for a clock to check the time. The clock was hung up above the office window, "5:47". The last bus for town left at six o'clock on a sunday, that left two more busses. One at 5:50 and the last at 6, she definitely wouldn't be able to make the bus at 5:50, she would have to wait for the one at six. 

Vickey reached for her bag, she had taken her purse with some money to the party for drinks and such. Vickeys hand felt down her waist for her shoulder bag, it wasn't there. Where was it?! She remembered having it at the canal... The realisation of what had happened hit her, she had left it at the hospital. She had been in to much of a rush to get out to remember to grab her bag from the chair at the side of the bed.

What would she do now, she had no money for the bus ticket, no food, no drink and the police at the hospital had her I.D.

Vickey didn't have a clue what to do. If she couldn't pay for a ticket, how was she going to get to Megan. She could only think of one last idea, hitch-hiking. The highstreet. It was her last hope. Vickey began walking to the small amount of bigger shops that there actually was in the village centre, a good twenty minute walk down through the country lanes and it was beginning to get dark. 

The walk itself was bad enough but by the time Vickey had reached the first of the shops she was starting to talk herself out of the idea. "How on earth do you know they're going to take you where you actually ask them. This is exactly what Dad had told you a thousand times never to do!" The thought of getting in a strangers car was making Vickey shake. "But you've got no choice, it's either hitch-hike or prison, your choice." 

The realisation that she was actually talking to herself made her furious.She needed to stop being a wuss and just stick her hand out, what could possibly go wrong. Actually no the thought of what could possibly go wrong would make her turn back yet again. All Vickey knew was that it was going to be a long night. 

Vickey could see a car approaching, she had to take her chance, there weren't that many cars coming down this road at this time of night. She stuck her hand out, awkwardly poking her thumb out. As the car began to slow down Vickey caught a glimpse of the car itself, it was a sun-shine yellow Volkswagen beetle, with flower stickers curling around the back wheel. It looked friendly enough. 

Vickey looked through the passenger window at the driver as the car stopped right next to her, it was a woman. Vickey made out by her face that she must have been in her late twenties, her warm copper hair flowing down her shoulders. "You okay?" she said in a teacher-like voice.

"Not really, would I be able to have a lift?" Vickey spoke cautiously, still shaking.

"Haven't you got any family, friends?" she spoke carefully as if each word was a delicate flower,

"No, i've run away..." Vickey trailed off, knowing that she would never give her a ride now that she knew she was on the run.

"Where to darling?" She sounded gentle, caring, Vickey began to feel more at ease.

"24 Abbotts lane, in Town...". The passenger opened slowly with a small click, Vickey got in and couldn't help but relish in the amazing feel of the heat blasting straight into her face. It was amazing to feel the warmt fill her after the long walk out in the cold, and she could feel sleep surrounding her as the car purred into life.

~Vickey saw the door creak open, the receptionist walked in, followed by a ruggid looking boy. He had long, straight, black hair which gently fell by his face like long, soft feathers. Nobody was bothered enough to look at the boy for longer than a minute as he crept silently behind the receptionist, trying to avoid the other children in the room. Vickey couldn't help but feel curious, he looked like he wanted someoneto be friends with, but he also looked like he didn't want anyone.

"Hi! My name's Vickey. What's yours?" He had been made to sit next to Vickey, reluctantly.

"Eli." He had said, his voice was sharp and cold, he hadn't wanted to talk to her.

"Where you from? Do you wanna' play chess?" Vickey had been very proud of herself, she had just learnt how to play chess properly. She could see his face begin to light up. His eyes turned from a dull grey to a bright blue, you could see a small spark in his eyes,

"You know how to play chess?" His voice had sounded much more open, almost happy. Vickey liked Eli, she liked him alot.~

Vickey's eyes began to stretch open, they felt like the had been closed for hours. Her left eye was literally glued together with sleep. 

"oh, you're awake!" The familiar, warm voice of the copper haired woman greeted her. Vickey checked the clock on the radio, which was playing a smooth, quite violin piece. It was gone eleven, Vickey looked out the car window, only just realising how dark it had really got. 

"Where are we?!" Was all Vickey could think to say. Her heart began to beat faster,

"Oh there were road works, and it got late, so i thought you could stay the night at mine if you want, have a shower, a decent meal." The car began to slow down, then eventually pulled to a halt outside a huge town house,

"Here we are."