We stopped at the next closest truck stop to get lunch. It's been three days since we left our home in the city. We sat down at a Taco Bell with our food. I had that mexican taco pizza and a large drink and my dad had two burritos.
I watched him eat. I wanted to cry, I wanted to break I wanted to spill. Right than and there I wanted to. I really really wanted to. I wanted to tell him it was my fault.
If I obeyed the rules and didn't make a friend, a really close friend, we will still be at home. Most likely watching TV and stuffing our faces with spaghetti or pizza.
I opened my mouth to speak but decided to hold back and say something else, "I'm going to go refill."
My dad nodded as I got up and went to the soda fountain. I looked out the large window covering most of the wall. Police cars were parking, lots of them. They all started getting out, two in each car.
I stopped refilling and instead went to my dad, "Dad. We have to go. Now."
George looked out the window and nodded. He grabbed our stuff and started speed walking to our car. Neither of us looking to the cops. We reached our small black rental car that my dad kinda stole and hopped in.
My dad reered out of the parking lot and onto the busy highway. "Here take this." he handed me a fake ID.
I looked at it, "Lilly Ryan? Really?" I looked at his ID, "Mr. Tom Stone."
He smiled, "Clever huh? Your my niece from New Mexico and we're going from the airport to my house in Connecticut."
"Mexico? Is that because I'm really tan?"
He nodded, "New Mexico. Yes it is."
"Than why not Texas or Arizona or California?"
He glared at me, "New Mexico. Its what it says on your ID." I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the window. I soon fell asleep longing for a new day.
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Couple more chapters left! I know short book... I wanted it that way. I hope you've been enjoying it so far!
