{Escaped;}

Chapter Three; Hiding.

{Kayla's POV}

I hid among the trees, my wrists cut and bleeding. I held my wrist in my hands, attempting to stop it from bleeding, but no avail. I then heard footsteps.

Footsteps is a bad sign, it means that somebody is coming. I crouched in the treetops, allowing to be covered by the leaves. I waited for the footsteps to die away, instead it got stronger. I stayed put, hoping whoever it was could leave quickly, so that I can continue. I needed no one to see me escape this time. Failure is not an option.

You'll never get away.

The footsteps stopped. Feeling suspicious, I waited for a moment. A voice came.

"Kayla? Are you there?"

I eliminated the options. It was not Lollie or Minerva. This voice was low. Plus this person knows me. I started to panic. I probably flustered too much to the point that I actually landed on the ground.

Thump!

Anxious that this unknown person may have discovered me, I clambered up the tree again, shivering. I heaved a sigh of relief. He/she did not discover my presence. 

"Hey Kayla," The familiar voice said again, face right in front of me, approximately a few inches away from my face.

Or maybe not.

"Eek!" I squeaked. I was so afraid I actually nearly tumbled off the tree.

Maybe I did, but this unknown person saved me from having a concussion. He smiled.

I snarled back. "Go away."

He frowned. "Sheesh, I saved you you know!" I giggled.

"Stop acting cute, that's gross. You're..." I looked at him, attempting to figure out what was his name. 

"Tyke," he quipped. "So... where are you heading to?"

This was a tad too personal. I cannot let anyone know that I was attempting to get out of here. I stumbled for words, unable to answer. "Well, I... Uh..."

He gave me the 'Chesire Cat' grin which would normally give every single person goosebumps. "Trying to get out of here right? I do know."

I stared at him in disbelief, entirely speechless.

How did he know? How...? He can see my thoughts?

 "Hmm, let's see. Now you're panicking because I can see your thoughts, am I right?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm entirely speechless." He smirked. I snarled back. "Give me back my things. It's rude to take people's things without permission, you know?"

He handed my items back. "Well, it's also rude to snarl at people who are nice to you, you know?" he mimicked. "You want to know why I can see your thoughts?"

I looked at him skeptically, my brain deciding whether to trust him or not. One wrong choice could possibly mean being stuck in this place forever.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

"Well, Kaelie?"

"Fine. Tell me."