Runaways

Prologue

Cyan,

I am sorry, you know I am. I had to protect you, but you’re a troublemaker and that is so hard. I’ll break out of the hospital tomorrow. By the time I do I want you to be gone. I’ve gotten another house (the address is below). Please take as little as possible with you. Burn the car and take your bike. I’ll find a way to get there. I will always protect you. I love you, don’t get into to much trouble. 

-Me. 

My life style is a constant winding road. I never stay in one place for more than a year. To be honest there are many places I have only stayed two weeks. Im always on the move, and so is Luca. I love him, but I am always getting us in trouble. Well that isn’t entirely true. We have always been in trouble, since I was twelve. But I provoked it. Thats not important though. 

When I got Luca’s letter I left right away. I took my Diavel Carbon Ducati, and burned the car. Just like Luca told me. I felt bad for putting him in the hospital. Usually he will just suck it up and we leave. This time he couldn’t. I stayed with him for three days, until the nurse gave me the letter from him. She told me I couldn’t see her and I nearly killed her just then.  

I have always been a violent person. My dad is the reason behind that. I never knew my mother, so a womanly influence wasn’t part of my upbringing. My dad taught me to shoot a gun, drive cars and motorcycles the right way, and I am the best street fighter in many of the towns I have lived in. I like fighting, it lets me cool off and get my mind off of things. It always keeps me from being killed, but that will come up later. I also like cars and anything drivable with a top speed over 100. I have never been caught in a car chase before. If I wasn’t fighting I was street racing. I know it is illegal, but its the same as fighting. I can get my mind off of things. The adrenaline bursts into your veins and takes over. All you can think about is the rush, the win. Its an amazing feeling. 

 Luca never liked it when I fought, or raced. Not because I was better than him, because I am not. We have fought and raced and no one ever wins. I don’t know if he goes easy on me because I am his sister or not. Oh yeah, Luca is my brother. My only brother. My only family. My mom left after I was born and my dad was murdered in front of us when I were twelve. Luca didn’t like it when I fought or raced because he was afraid he would lose me. 

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 Bluewell looked like a cute town. It was a beach town on a very small island. I drove past a small sign reading ‘Welcome to Bluewell’. This place was tiny. The roads intertwined wildly with each other and the buildings were crammed together closely. The town had a nice appeal. Like in the movies when everyone knows everyone. That makes you an outcast. 

I slowed my bike as I approached a gas station. This seemed to be the only gas station in town. I pulled up to a pump and went inside to pay. When I came back out a group of boys were gathered around the Ducati. They were breathing on my bike. Luca would kill me if I broke someones arm the first day in town. 

“May I help you?” I snapped at the group. There were about four of them. Except one was leaning against the pump, ignoring my bike, staring at me instead.

The boys turned around to face me.

“Is this yours?” One of them asked me.

“No. I stole it.”

“Im sure you did.” Another chimed in. They thought I was kidding. 

“So did daddy buy it for you because you didn’t fail your last math test?” The voice was high pitched and I looked at the body that it belonged to. He was at least a foot shorter than me.