The Life We Gave Up

Chapter 17

Dear Journal,

I don't really care about most of this anymore. Its been two days since I last wrote in here. We stopped at another safe house today. Thankfully this place has four rooms, so we all ended up in one of our own. I over heard them taking that if it had three me and Tiffany would have to share a room. She would then steal the bed and I'd end up sleeping on the floor. I'd much rather prefer a couch or chair even, in two houses away. I have to just keep up with this for a while more and I can get as far away as possible.

I closed my journal and placed it in the very bottom of my bag. I laid down placing the cover over my self. I can't sleep. I rolled over on my back, looking at the ceiling above me. A light from the window was shining in. The window was cracked and the days light illuminated the room. I watched as the shadow of a bush moved slowly to the breeze.

Minutes passed and all I can think about is the outside world.

What if its beautiful with flowers and snow, just like I have read about in all of those books? Is everyone else nice? What if there's nothing there?

Images of open land with no one there shot through out my head. This could all be for nothing. Well not nothing, to be free. Free from this stupid country with these laws that make no sense.

The door opened slowly reviling a bathroom light and Sam.

"You up?" he whispered.

"Yeah." I said in a half whisper as I sat up.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked uneasy. I could tell he was upset.

"Sure, what's wrong?" I asked as he moved to sit at the end of the bed.

"I should be asking you the same question." I shifted uneasy.

I don't know what to do. Should I tell him. Why the heck should I even care about what Tiffany told me to do. I am a tad bit scared of her. She has some hidden side of her that I have seen once. What if she is insane? It shouldn't matter, even if it was true. Tiffany didn't have right to do that. I don't care to much anymore. If she blows up, then so be it. I could care less for drama. The only thing I want to do now is be free from all of this.

"Becky, you there?" I quickly shook my head of all my thoughts. Sam looked really worried. To be honest I haven't known him that long and I have seen only some of his sides. The angry, normal, and asleep.

"Look, there is something I have to tell you.." He didn't move. "Tiffany is not right." I laid back in bed sighing. "She was telling me to be away from you and Justin so she could choose with guy she wanted to date."

Sam laughed. "How does she know we would want her back." He said laying down on his side to face me. The small amount of light from the windows made his face perfectly visible. His smoky grey eyes seemed to glisten and his sharp jaw line was out lined perfectly.

"I guess she has some magic voo-doo to make you like her." I joked. We both laughed and then it became quite.

"Why would you listen to her?" He asked just staring at me. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"Well, I guess it was because I felt scared of her. That's how I always was in the school. I was so afraid. I listened to everything people told me to do. I thought that every one liked each other. I had pushed all the drama out. So I basically l lied to myself the hole time. But I'm sick of it. So I told you. Also I don't know anything about you really. You are a complete stranger in my bed." He smiled slightly.

"Well if we want to go by the basics, hi my name is Sam." his smile grew.

"No I know that stuff." I laughed hitting him.

"Alright, me and my dad have wanted to escape for so long. Ever sense I was young I was taught only about how bad the government is. I was taught about ways out, and how that slowly they began to close them off after finding them. I know the way almost by heart."

"Wait, then why do you always look at your map and stuff?"

"Well I don't like talking to Justin much, nor Tiffany. If you would talk to me I'd be fine."

"Why would you want to talk to me?" I asked looking at him as if he was crazy.

"Your interesting." He shrugged. "Don't tell anyone but we are going to have to through a giant field with many guards and I don't know how well this is going to go."

"Alright we will worry about that later. Now more about your self." I shifted more towards him.

"Well, my favorite color is blue. I hate school and I think I have a thing for cuddling."

"Wait wh..."

He instantly grabbed my waist tight and began to fricken tickle me to death. I started squirming like a maniac and laughing so hard. I didn't even notice Tiffany.

Instantly we stopped and looked at her. Her blond hair was messed up and she looked so pissed. She gave me this death glare like I have crossed the line, which I knew I did. But it was funny. She still thought she had control over me. I began to laugh again. I watched Sam trying to hold it back as best as he could, but he cracked to. We sat on the bed laughing so hard I began to cry.

Justin came in. His blond hair was in the same state as Tiffany's. He looked like a buff baby and it made me laugh harder.

"Whats so funny?" He asked.

"Oh, my side hurts." I said sitting up trying to settle myself as I whipped away a tear.

"Its a long story." Sam said sitting up holding his side.

"I'm going back to bed." Justin said leaving. Tiffany was already gone.

"She's sooooooo mad." Sam said grinning.

"Yeah I'll deal with her later." I know shes going to yell at me may be even slap me or something. If she does, I'll just do it back. I shrugged.

"Night" he said pulling up the covers.

"You do know this is my bed." I said hanging over him.

" I told you, I have a cuddling problem." He smiled and his grey eyes looked strait at me.

"You are strange." I laid down pulling up the blanket to cover all the way up my shoulders.

After a minute of silence I felt him move closer. I felt my face begin to heat up.

He wasn't serious, was he?

His hand wrapped around my stomach. He pulled me closer to him.

"Night, sweet dreams. " He said pulling me into him.

'Night" I said harshly but it was muffled because my flipping face is squished against his chest. If you could see my face I was probably bright red.

"Your face is hot." he laughed. His chest vibrated and it felt really funny.

I just grunted and semi tried to push away. No luck. I just maid my self comfortable as I could. In so I had to snuggle to do so. I sighed. This kid.

~A/N~

Hey sorry its so late and sloppy. I had a semi had time writing it and school starting up hasn't helped. I made it though one of my longest chapters so I'm pretty proud of my self. Thanks so much for 2.2K! I love you all sooooooo much!

Also I would like to thank curlsfordaysx for the amazing cover!

I'll try to start my next chapter tonight. :) Love you all xoxo