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I nodded and returned my gaze back to Liv. She placed a hand on my chest, opening and closing her fist. I heard her sniffle and rubbed her hair gently.
"Listen. I know you may not want to tell me what happened right now. But at some...
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Chapter 2: the escape
A rumbling in the dark startles me awake from my deep sleep. Crap. They're home. I quickly scramble up from my fetal position on the cold hard floor. I can't see anything in this place. I can't even tell the difference between a shadow and a trashcan. Every time I think I see something, it ends up just being my imagination or the fact that I'm paranoid out of my mind.
To say I'm disoriented would be an understatement. I slowly walk towards the door, but accidentally knock over a steel trashcan, the sound startling me a little bit. Like I said earlier, shadows and trash cans look similar to me.
"shit." I curse under my breath. Now they'll definitely find me. It's going to all happen again. I'll get caught, maybe beaten up by the owner of the apartment, put in front of a court, and be put in jail. Don't get me wrong, jail is starting to feel better than living like this. It's only been a few weeks since I was released. It had been a long six months, having to wear the same jumpsuit, sharing a cell with complete idiots.
Before prison, I didn't have a bad life. I had friends, a possible career, and no record. I wouldn't even dream of sneaking into some strangers house and living on the streets.
But I guess that changed when I decided to get in a bar fight that left a guy with a broken nose. And turns out that guy was more important than he made himself to be. He had enough money to buy my life. I got sued, and.. well.. now im here. Great step up.
My career as a surgeon is most likely in the trash. All those years of medical school went to waste. My parents don't talk to me, and now for the icing on the sweet cake.
I'm homeless.
Yeah, an ex-con isn't very likely to get an apartment right away. Or a job. I've been fleeting through garages, sheds, trailer parks, ever since I got released. And as you can probably tell, it's going great. Running for my life is one of my favorite things to do.
I finally make it out the door, seeing the newly parked car in the drive way. That was a close call. I had never really thought of what I would do if i actually was seen. Do I run? I may have been to prison but it doesn't mean im a cold-blooded criminal. My worst luck would be crashing on someone's property that has a shotgun, which they will very likely blow my brains out without blinking.
All the places that I've crashed in have been fairly decent. But I sure as hell don't wanna live like this forever.
It's late at night, meaning no one is around, so I walk down the cracked and faded sidewalk. The next place that I find will have to be remote. With nobody living in it. I can't take the chance of being caught. Not now. Not ever. They'll throw me right back in jail and I might not get out for a long time.
As soon as I pass by the dim streetlight that I've been passing almost everyday for the past two weeks, I see an old apartment building. The crimson paint of the brick is chipped off. It looks like it's been abandoned for a long time. But it might work for a few days.
I hav to push hard on the door to open it and it finally creaks open, dust flying everywhere. The debris makes me cough and I peer around the dark room. It looks pretty well managed for such an old apartment. There's a car that looks a few years old and a few boxes stacked in a pile.
I sift through them, and find a couple picture frames. I hold one up and in it is a picture with what looks to be a young couple with a new born baby. The woman has short brunette hair and the man has long unruly hair. They're smiling big, and the woman, who is the mother I'm assuming, looks like she has tears in her eyes. They look genuinely happy.
It sends a genuine smile to my face and I set it carefully back in the box.
The other picture is just of a little girl. Her hair is dirty blonde in two braids, and she has piercing blue eyes. She doesn't have a big smile like the other picture. It is a soft one, but I can almost read behind it. It's a sad smile. And it makes my wonder why her parents aren't in the picture with her.
I put the frame back in the box and circle around the room. It's pretty open, the car taking up about half the space. If it's unlocked I can probably sleep in it.
I hold the handle and pull on it, hoping and praying that it will open. Nothing. Damnit. I sigh in frustration and sit down against the wall.
Guess I'll have to get used to sleeping on the cold ground like last time. My back pains will definitely be hurting in the morning.
I peer over to scan the rest of the garage and my eyes land on a door. There are steps that lead up to it, that I'm guessing leads to the apartment room.
I slowly get up and make my way to the stairs, slowly turning the knob. It creaks a little and I cringe at the sound.
If I do this, there's a slim chance that someone lives here. But from the looks of the outside, it seems like no one has been in this place for years.
Without much thought, I slowly step inside and am met with the satisfying feeling of air conditioning.
