The Outaw

HER

Why was he helping me? I don't know him, and he doesn't know me.

When he turned back around I realized I was staring. I looked down at his sweat shirt that hugged his wide chest; it said YOUTH. Then back up at his face, he was smiling at me, but I was too confused to smile back. I was giving him a curious look as he held out the bag of chips he just bought for me.

"Thank you," I said taking the bag of chips.

"Your welcome," He slowly made his way towards the door, leaving me no choice but to follow. Cant stay in the store forever.

We push through the doors and into the cold night.

I came to a stop, Where do I go next? Should I just start walking? I pursed my lips. I cant call anyone, I demolished my phone and threw it away in case Markus can somehow track me with it.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

I turned to see the boy still standing at my side, he gave me a curious look. He slightly smiled and his brown eyes brightened.

He's a happy person.

"Uh," I said trying to focus on his question, "no."

His face fell into a frown, "did you drive?"

"No."

He paused in thought before asking, "do you need a ride somewhere?"

I look at him, Okay now he's being too nice.

"No, that okay, I'll be fine," I said politely, "thank you though. You've helped me enough."

He smiled, "your welcome."

The boy walked down the sidewalk couple feet away and pulled out his phone to call someone.

I felt rude and guilty. A complete stranger bought me food and tried to offer me a ride, which I had no place to go. I clutch onto the bag of chips that I felt to guilty to eat.

Then I heard the voices.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I knew who the voices belong to.

Jack and Griff, Markus must have sent them out for me. I knew them well enough that I could pick their voices out of a crowd of yelling people. They were like brothers to me. But when it comes to the loyalty of the gang, friendship doesn't exist anymore.

"Shit," I curse under my breath. I need to get out of here.

I turn back to the guy, "hey, on second thought, can I get a ride?"

He looked up from his phone, and smiled when he saw me, "yeah, of course."

A car pulled up to the curb, "And just in time," he said, "our rides here."

The voices behind me were getting closer.

He opened the back door and stepped a side for me to get in first.

"Ladies first," he smiled.

I threw in some charm into my smile, "thank you."

The voices were close enough that I could hear what they were saying.

"What do you think June did to make Markus want her dead?"

"Are we really gonna follow through with this?"

"We have to, otherwise, its our heads on a platter."

I heard enough.

I jumped in the car, moving all the way to the other side for the boy to get in behind me. He sat down next to me, he shoulder touching mine. He didn't seem to notice it, just leaned forward to talk to the driver. I turned around to look through the back window; I could see their silhouette's come around and entering the store I had just came out of.

I feel a little nudge on my shoulder, "Hey."

I looked up at the guy, his face was amused, and I could tell he asked me something that I didn't hear or paid attention to, "Huh?"

"Where are you staying?"

I paused, Where am I staying? I have no idea.

What are my options? I had now where to go. I had no money. I no longer had a home anymore, it would be the first time though. I doubt he would just drop me off in the middle of the street.

Should I tell him the truth? But then he would want to help me even more than he has already.

"Or should I ask if you have any place to stay?" He read my thoughts. I look up at him and his eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

I couldn't help but look at him, I did not know what to say, I didn't want anymore of his help, but I may need it. I was stupid enough to trust him and get in the car. For all I knew, he could be taking me somewhere that will end badly. To be honest I would risk him rather than Markus.

But I didn't feel threatened with this guy, he seemed to have a soft soul.

"No," I finally answered.

He looked through the front windshield, biting his lower lip, thinking to himself.

"Take us back to my hotel," he finally said to the driver.

I still did not take my eyes away from him, as the driver did as he was told.

I didn't know what to make of him, I wasn't used to so much generosity.

Damn, he was helping me again.