Chapter 5. Flashsideways

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I'm on my plane from Australia to Los Angeles, California. I just ran away from my parents Kimberly and Jason White who are the two biggest criminals in the world.

I'm looking out the window when I realize the guy I'm sitting next to is the guy who won the lottery and owns that chicken place.

I loved eating there before we moved to Australia.

I'm about to fall asleep when we hit turbulence.

Like really bad turbulence.

The entire plane starts to bounce around and shake. Everyone gets scared.

After what feels like forever the turbulence stops.

"Are you okay?" The guy sitting next to me ask.

"Yeah, thanks," I say.

After a few more hours our plane finally lands in sunny Los Angeles.

We all exit the plane. I finally make my way outside because LAX is extra busy today. It's super hard to get a taxi but after a few minutes, I finally get one.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asks me.

"The closest cheapest motel you know."

1 week later

I get back from picking up some food from a little store and I see a note on my bed. I know exactly who is from.

I walk over and pick up the note.

Dear our daughter,
We know where you are and when we get you, your in big trouble.
-your parents

I can't do this anymore. I don't wanna run for the rest of my life. I need to stop them.

I make my way down to the nearest police station. I walk inside and there are people talking to the cops at the front desk but I have no time to wait. So I walk past them into a room with all the detectives.

I walk to the nearest one and his nameplate reads James Ford.

"Hey, you're a detective right?" I ask.

"Yes I am, what it's to ya?"

"What if I told you everything about the Whites. How the escaped from prison five times. Every person who helped them. I can help you guys solve every unsolved case," I can tell he's a little confused and shocked, "And what if I say they had a secret daughter that they abused every day of her life and told nobody about."

*

I sit down and I tell James everything my parents did to me, the things they forced me to do, everything.

Another detective came in and told James that there are two people outside causing trouble.

I know exactly who is it.

"Hayley, you stay here," He tells me.

I know they will hurt innocent people to get to me. I'm not letting more innocent people die.

I walk outside and I see my father holding a gun at one of the cops head.

"Let him go," I say.

"Look who decided to come out. I told you we find you," my mother says.

"Hayley, what are you doing?" James whispers.

"I know what I'm doing," I say back. "What do you guys want?"

"We just want you to come back," my father says.

"Why? Just so you can abuse me more, force me to do things no one should ever have to do."

"Don't be ungrateful, we gave you everything," my mom says.

"You gave me everything? You gave me nothing! No one should be raised that way you raised me."

"If you don't come if us, your father is going to shoot him, and I know how much you care about innocent lives."

"Fuck," I say under my breath.

I can't go back there, but I can't let this guy die. So I do the only thing I can think of at the moment.

I grab the detective gun out of his hand and I shoot my father in the hand causing him to let go of the cop then before my mother can react I should her foot stopping both of them long enough for the cops to arrest them.

I drop Jame's gun on the floor.

*

I'm sitting on a chair next to James's desk.

He comes back and says, "Well, we have your parents in custody so you should be safe,"

"Thank you."

"Hayley do you have any other family that you know about?"

"No."

"Don't worry we'll find you somewhere," He says and he touches my arm.

As he does that I get these flashes almost like I'm remembering, flashes of him and I on this island first of reading together, then me almost falling asleep on his shoulder. Then giant hugs and then us living in a house with a blonde woman. I see him and I watching movies together late at night. I remember.

I remember everything.

"Sawyer?"

"Shorty."

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