How Far Will She Go?

Chapter Eight

Scarlett's POV

Voices faded in and out. I'm so confused. My eyes won't open. I'm so weak. I don't remember anything. I drifted back into the darkness pushing the confusion away.
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I woke up with a start. I looked around in confusion. I don't recognize this room. Then bit by bit everything came back. From me getting shot. To stealing Cage's gun. To Scarlett and Rachel leaving. Then nothing. Just darkness.

I heard voices screaming at each other outside my door. "What do you mean!? You're going to what!?" Steve screamed.

"I'm going to help her. She stayed for a reason. I want to know why. I heard what her friends said. They think she's dead. I'm going to leave. Empty out the house. Nothing should be left. It won't be long before they come back." Cage said calmer.

"I'll help you." Andrew offered.

"No. You are going to help Steve. Then later on you'll meet up with me. Now let's see if she is awake." Cage said and I quickly closed my eyes as the door opened.

"Open your eyes Scarlett. I know that you are awake." Cage said and I sighed opening my eyes in defeat. "Come on. We are leaving." Cage said motioning for me to stand.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed. I tried to stand as my leg gave out on me. Cage caught me before I hit the floor. "Next time make sure your friends don't shoot me again. Because I will kill you all." Cage whispered in my ear.

He helped me out the door and into the car. I didn't even have the strength to try to escape.
"There won't be a next time." I said as he started the car.

"Oh and why not?" Cage asked looking at me.

"Because they think I'm dead. Just as you said." I answered seeing more black dots.

"Damn. I was looking forward to another fight. Just a little more of an even one." Cage said with a chuckle.

"Like when they are completely unarmed?" I asked closing my eyes.

"Of course." He said with an evil laugh as I slipped into the darkness once again.
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"Scarlett wake up." Cage said shaking my shoulder violently.

I opened eyes and stared at him. "You don't seem to care that I'm still trying to recover from where you shot me. Weren't you shot, too?" I asked in a hateful tone.

"Yeah but I know how to cope with pain. Now get up. We are moving again." Cage said grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the bed. I placed weight on my leg in shock.

I sank to the floor in pain. "I hate you." I said holding back my tears.

"I know.  And if you try to run from me you will end up in a wheelchair." Cage threatened pulling me back into my feet. I limped into the bathroom and got dressed.

We walked out of the hotel room and as he checked us out I looked around trying to figure out where we are.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm, I spun around gasping. "Sorry ma'am I didn't mean to scare you." A nice young gentleman said letting go of my arm.

I looked back to the desk where's Cage was still standing. "Sir. Could you tell me where I am?" I asked not looking back at him.

"Sure. You are in the Grand Hotel. Located in California." He answered as Cage turned to see this man standing next to me.

He shot us a glare but turned back around. "I'm sorry. I just put you in danger." I whispered trying to walk past him. But he grabbed my arm again.

"Hey what are you talking about?" He asked looking into my eyes. I shook my head in denial as I tried to pry his hand away.

"Nothing. Now let me go before I scream." I said yanking on my arm once more before limping back over to Cage.

"Come on it's time to go." Cage said motioning for me to go first. I started walking as I discreetly hide the phone in my waistband.

We got in the car and I stared out the window as he pulled out of the parking lot. "What were you and that guy talking about?" Cage  asked as the hotel left my line of sight.

"He just asked if I enjoyed my stay at The Grand Hotel located in California." I said turning to him judging his reaction.

"Oh. I thought you were trying to get help." He said turning back to the windshield. "Shit." He muttered slowing down a bit.

"What?" I asked turning to look out the black glass. There was nobody following us.

"I'm almost out of fucking gas!" He screamed hitting the steering wheel. We drove for about five more miles before stopping at a gas station. "If you need to go to the bathroom go right now. You try anything and I will kill everyone in that store." He threatened getting out of the car.

I followed him into the store and went straight to the bathroom. I quickly locked the door and pulled out the stolen phone. I typed in the number that I never thought I would ever again.