Rescue: Camp Camp Dadvid

Chapter Five - On the Road

Max's Point of View

   I thought of my plan, and decided when my parents went to work, I'll put it into action.

   So I waited for a half hour, then they left, not before a slap and a few insults. 

   Once I saw their cars leave, I rushed up to my room, ignoring the pain and soreness. I grabbed my camp back pack and packed some clothes, a water bottle, Mr. Honeynuts, and . . . that's it. We don't have any food here. There's ingredients, that's it. Not useful. I just can't eat sugar and flour.

   Oh well, I'm used to not eating.

   After, I looked around my room and dashed down the stairs, out the front door, and on the road.

   As Nikki would say, time for an adventure. 

   I had no idea where to go. I'm just going to keep going forward, and see what happens.

   Little did I know, I would be on the road for four days.

   During that time, I never ate, but I did drink water. I found alleyways and random places to rest, but I never slept. When I would use a restroom in some mall or whatever, I would look in the mirror. My black eye was still there, so was the bruise. My dark circles were worse. My wounds weren't bandaged, but at the moment, were fine.

   I was watching the news one night, but I haven't seen any missing persons things. I asked to borrow a phone to look something up for a summer reading thing, and looked up my name. Nothing came up.

   I sighed as I was walking around, for the forth day in a row. Where the Hell should I go? I don't know. I didn't think this plan through.

   Maybe I could knock on someone's door?

   . . . maybe. I don't know. What if they bring me to police? Or my parents get me again?

   That's when I stopped.

   I know where David lives.

   Don't act surprised. I always had his phone, so I had some information. I even have his social security number, which I had no use for. But hey, it's whatever.

   I can go to him. Can I? Yes. No? No, I can. . .

   I nodded and started heading to David's house, which was an hour and a half away.

   During that journey, I felt sick. My legs were jelly. My eyelids drooped, and were half shut. My stomach and chest hurt from those bruises. My wounds on my arms had bled because the fabric rubbing against them. They were also sore and just . . . I'm in bad shape.

   By the time I was a block away from his house, I decided to think about it once more.

   Should I? What if he brings me back home? Or I could tell him the truth. But, then he'll either not believe me and bring me back, or believe me and send me to an orphanage, where I'll never get adopted and never go back to camp.

   What the fuck should I do?

   I took a breath and decided to just do it. I walked the last block and saw his house. It was nice. I walked to the door and knocked. My legs we're shaking and I could barely stand carrying my bag anymore, which wasn't even that heavy.

   Then the front door opened.

David's Point of View

   I was cleaning my house since it was so dusty. Man, not being here for so long really dirtied the place.

   I missed camp. I missed QM and Gwen.

   Ered and her gay dads.

   Nerris with her magic.

   Harrison, also with his magic.

   Dolf and his art.

   Preston and his good plays.

   Nerf and his . . . knives?

   Spacekid and his enthusiasm.

   Neil and his scientific reasoning for everything.

   Nikki and her adventures and animals she somehow talks to.

   Max and his personality.

   I sighed. What fun that was. Sure, some odd things happened but it all turned out. Like with Daniel. The first time, I thought he just got sick from the punch, which he did, but I didn't know he poisoned his own punch.

   Then he kidnapped me and tried to murder Max, so I knew then he was bad. Luckily, Max found out he was lactose intolerant, and beat him with expired coco.

   Hah. Clever kid.

   Then the time QM married his sister. Or wanted to. Then killed her. That whole day was wrong.

   I shuddered at that memory.

   I looked up and realized I'd been dusting the same spot for ten minutes. I shook my head and chucked at my train of thought.

   I put the duster away and then heard a knock at the door. I went to it, opened it, and saw a figure standing there, shaking.

   The person was a kid, with a familiar blue hoodie, black hair, and---

   Wait.

   "Max?"

   "Hey, Camp Man."