Falling for the Executor

Chapter 15: Leaving

Chapter 15: Leaving

"STOP!" I yelled at the semi-truck that was coming my way. I ran all the way through the winery and found myself at a highway. I waved my arms at the bright headlights speeding my way. The truck came to a halt. A husky, tall man hoped out of the drivers seat. He looked like he was in his early fifties. "What is a young lady like you doing out at this time of night? Wait... what happened to you sweetheart?" he asked in a thick country accent.

The man slowly came over to me. With every step he took toward me I took a step back. "It's okay sweetie, I won't hurt you."

"That's what he said." I mumbled.

"Come on. I'll drive you home. Where do you live?" the man asked.

"I don't know. Where are we?"

"Were in Kentucky. Where are you from?"

"New York." I replied.

The man looked at me as if I told him a bear was behind him. "Dear lord. Sweetheart, get in the truck. We need to get you home." He started to walk towards me in a panic.

"My m-mom taught me not to get in cars with st-strangers." I said with wide eyes and walking backwards.

The man sighed. "I'm Patrick. I was born in upstate New York and raised out in Ohio. I have a younger brother and sister. My parents never bothered to keep in touch with us. Haven't talked to them in over thirty years. I have a wife and two sons that are in college. Now sweetheart, tell me about yourself."

I didn't say anything for a minute. I didn't know what to say. 'Tell me about yourself' is the hardest question to answer. I decided to tell him. "I'm Ali...Harper. Born and raised in Albany, New York. I don't have siblings."

Patrick smiled. "Now that we know each other let's get going."

He headed back into his truck. I was left outside in the freezing cold. I knew this was my only choice so I went into the truck. It was warm and cozy even though McDonald wrappers were thrown everywhere. Patrick started the truck and headed up north.

Patrick talked while I listened. Turns out that Patrick is delivering furniture from Kentucky to Pensilvania. He started the trip last night.

I noticed a small city ahead. It had to be at least ten miles away but the lights were clearly visible. We went by the sign so fast that I wasn't able to read what town we were in. Patrick got off the first exit into town and stopped at a Chevron. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You need to go?" Patrick asked.

I nodded my head and got out of the car. We went in and only one girl was at the check out table. She had black hair with a purple tint, green eyes and black lipstick. She frowned as she fidgeted with her fingers.

We went to the bathroom. I came out and looked at my swollen eye in the mirror. It was starting to open up but I could not clearly see out of it. My split lip was probably getting infected by the looks of it. But that was the least of my problems.

I walked out and found Patrick using a phone from the check out stand. I couldn't make out what he was saying over the buzz of the heater and the television. I walked closer to him but then he noticed me and hung up. "Who were you talking to?" I asked.

"Um... a buddy at work. I was going into the truck to turn on the heater and the truck wouldn't start. They are going to call someone to come fix it in the morning. Until then, we should sleep."

It was a little suspicious but I let it go and nodded my head. I walked outside into the freezing cold weather outside. It was beginning to sprinkle and I didn't have a jacket. I chattered my teeth and rubbed my arms while running inside the truck. When Patrick and I got into the truck, he wrapped a blanket around my raw body. The heater was on full-blast against my skin. The heat made me defrost, making me warm up. I reclined the car seat back and laid on my stomach. I told myself that I was just going to rest my eyes. But everyone knows that when you say that, that your going to fall asleep. Crap. I did.

I groaned as I opened my eyes. I hate the sun in the morning. I was blinded for a few seconds. I had to blink a couple times before being able to fully see my surroundings. I looked over into the drivers seat where Patrick was was suppose to be sleeping, but he wasn't there. The only thing there was a folded blanket and the keys. This was weird. He was probably just talking to the repairman that was fixing his truck.

I grabbed the extra blanket on the drivers seat and wrapped it around myself. I ran my fingers through my knotted hair. 'Good enough.' I told myself. I got put of hoped out of the truck and looked for Patrick. I found him talking to someone... a police officer.

I knew it. I shouldn't have trusted him. I walked closer to Patrick and the police officer. Soon, they noticed me. "Patrick... what's going on?" I asked in a shaky voice.

Patrick chuckled. "Sweet-heart, you didn't really think that I was going to take you back home? I'm sorry but the police had to know. You wouldn't tell me what happened. I hope that you are okay." With that, Patrick walked away back to his truck. He then drove away into the desert ahead.

I told the police officer a little white lie. I told him that I escaped from a warehouse a couple miles back and that I didn't know who my kidnappers were or what they looked like. They believed me.

I looked out of the plane window and down to the white blobs below us. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I felt like a brick had just been lifted off my shoulder. I was going home to my mom and dad. I didn't know what to expect. Was I going to go home and find something completely different? Or was I going home to find that things never changed?

Either way, I was elated to go home an see my family and friends again. Stacy was weighing heavily on my mind. I wonder how she took hold of the situation? Has she sad? Depressed? Mournful? I wasn't sure. I couldn't wait to go home to my life, my room. But most of all my big baby, Pluto. He's my Great Dane at my moms. I couldn't wait to see him again.

I thought about what Derrick and Jake were doing right now? Was Jake even alive right now? Derrick might be looking for me right now. I missed him already.

Now, I was thing about the organization. They said that if I ran away that I wouldn't be treated as a guest. What are they going to do with me? Will they take me back to the cabin? Or will I never see the organization again?

"Hello passengers. This is your pilot speaking. We will be landing shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and have a nice day."

Finally, I thought to myself. I want to go home and give my parents a hug. The plane smoothly landed and I walked off the plane. The airport was packed with people. I couldn't see anyone.

"Ali." I heard someone yell at me.

I jerked around behind me. I ran over to her and embraced her in a hug. I let out a sigh of relief. "I missed you, mom."

"I missed you too."

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Hello awesome readers/fans! Thanks for reading my story! I'd also like to clarify some things.

'Is the story coming to an end?' Answer: No, their is probably around 15 more chapters or so until the story ends.

'Is their going to be a sequel?' Answer: Maybe, I'm not sure. It depends on how I'm going to end the book. But I doubt I'm going to make a sequel.

And the song suggestion for this chapter is..... Coming Home by Ditty Dirty Money and Skylar Grey. Comment. Fan! Vote! Thanks.

~Kimberly