The Outaw

HER

Shawn looked back at me with the same confused face as I did. I don't remember coming here, all remember was waking up in a comfortable bed, something I never had. I sat up, to see Shawn passed out across the foot of the bed.

I'm back here. How the hell did I get back here? Was the whole Neil and them thing just a dream, and I've been here the entire time.

The throbbing in my head told me otherwise.

That's when his eyes snapped open, and they were blood shot and tired as he saw me sitting there.

What the fuck is happening? How did I get here? What am I doing here? I shouldn't be here, I putting him in danger. I'm a fucking idiot!

He face filled with concern, then he sat up from his laying position, and I shot off the bed and onto my feet.

"How the hell did I get here," I demanded.

He gave me a confused look, "you... well I don't know how exactly you got here, but you just showed up, and you were..."

"I was what?" I snapped a little too harshly than meaning.

"Well," He searched for the right words, "you were all... beat up."

I let my guard down as everything fell into place and began to make sense to me.

"I remember now," I whispered out loud.

"What happened," he asked carefully, "why did Markus do this to you?"

My head snapped in his direction, "how do you know Markus?"

Shawn was taken back, and looked a bit startled, "Y-you told me."

"Oh," I said, "What else did I tell you?"

"Nothing," he said, "oh, and that you don't want the police to get involved."

Why do I have a big mouth?

"Markus didn't do this to me," I finally said.

He paused before asking, "then who did."

I didn't know what to tell him. Should I lie? Should I tell him to fuck off? Or should I tell him the truth.

"Some very bad people," it wasn't a lie, "which is why I shouldn't be here."

Hurt flashed his eyes, "why?"

"Because I don't want you to get involved," I told him, heading for the door.

He was already in front of me before I got to the door. His hands were on my shoulders, and he hunched over to be eye level with me, his eyes were desperate.

"Please, don't go."

"I have to," I told him trying to push past him. "You don't know who I'm dealing with."

"I want to help," he blocked my way, "let me help you."

"You cant."

"Yes I can," he insisted, "your in trouble, I can take you away from here."

I stopped, I can get away from here?

"How?"

"I'm leaving tonight," he explained, "I'm going back home. You can come with me, and I'll take you away from this place."

I couldn't think straight. It could be a trap for all knew. But if I go with him, I could live for, hopefully, a long time. I have nothing to lose, I have no one I'm leaving behind. Everyone that I knew is out to kill me right now.

Why not?

"What's in it for you?"

He looked at me, "your safety."

___________

We were going to Canada, so I need a passport, which I had.

I told Shawn I will be back in a hour before we left. He didn't like the idea of me going out by myself again. I just told him that I needed to go say my goodbyes to people and collect some belongings. Which by the way was a lie.

I walked to back to pick up my new identity from my friends shop, and stopped in my tracks as I peeked through the window. The person standing at the counter had his back turned to me, and he questioned my friend, or should I say our friend.

Derin was arguing with the store owner, and I backed towards the edge of the window.

Then the store owner saw me and we locked eyes. I held my breath ready to make a dash for it. But he didn't say anything to Derin.

He threw his hand out as if to explain something but hit a stack of papers that fell and scattered across the ground in front of the counter. Falling for, Derin bent down to pick up papers as the clerk waved to get my attention. He grabbed a manila envelope, pointing at it then pointed toward the back of the store, and then at Derin who was still picking up papers.

First I was confused but then I got the message; he has my stuff, but he wanted me to go through the back to avoid Derin.

I did just that, and ran down the alley way to the back door.

I stood there, waiting for him and finally he can out and handed me the envelope.

"Good luck," he told me, "and I hope everything go well for you."

"Thank you," I tell him, taking the envelope.

With that I walked away to go find Shawn so we can leave.

I thought to myself of how my friend handled the situation back at the store. He didn't tell on me.

I felt like a jerk.

Maybe there are some you can trust in this world.