The Outaw

HER

I wake to someone gently shaking my shoulder, and my eyes flutter open to see Shawn's brown eyes.

"We're here," he told me.

I blink, my eyes were dry and stung with tiredness. I was still in the car. And we were parked in front of a what looked like an apartment complex.

I fell asleep.

I cant believe I fell asleep.

What the hell is wrong with me!

Anything could have happened to me. I didn't know Shawn very well and he took me to a different country. How could I be so stupid.

He must have seen panic in my face, "you're okay, your just at my place."

I look up at the building one more time before opening the car door and getting out. I followed him into the building and watched everything as we went up to his condo.

It was nice, and I could tell that he defiantly had money, which was completely obvious when he bought me a plane ticket, to another country might I add, that same day that he told me that he would take me here, AND we were in first class.

His condo was open and roomy.

"Just make yourself at home," he tells me.

Home.

How long was I planning on staying here?

I cant stay here and live off him forever.

Why would he even help me, he doesn't even know me, I could be a phyotic murder for all he knew. Well, the murder part... that part is true.

But I have no intentions to kill him, there was no need to.

"Thank you," I tell him without even realizing that I was gazing at him.

His eyes land on mine and for a split second everything stopped, then went back to normal when he said, "Ill show you around."

He walked around and I followed as he announced what everything was. He had a beautiful view of the city and the CN tower. I had a perfect shot of the sun setting behind the buildings.

He lead me out onto the balcony, and the cool afternoon air blew in my face and hair.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked me.

I looked at him, "Uhh... I don't know what do you want to do?"

He smiled

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"That's not my taste," I laughed.

He threw the shirt back on the shelf and scowled at me through a smile, "What exactly is your taste than?"

"Simple clothes," I said walking to another shelf, "we could have just went to Walmart or something."

"Well," he followed in my steps, "I figured 'what girl wouldn't want nice clothes.'"

"Not this one," I muttered loud enough for him to hear me.

I can practically hear him smile with amusement.

Then the cameras were out, and my head jerked into the other direction.

Shawn noticed, and we moved to another location of the store.

He was quiet for a moment, but then asked, "are you hiding from them?"

I looked at him from the rack of shirts I was browsing around in, confused by his question.

"Every time a camera is pointed at you," he explains, "you turn the other way and try to hide. Your hiding from them right? From the people that hurt you."

I flinch and looked down at a shirt that I wasn't really seeing. He's not stupid, I'll give him that. I'm just glad he doesn't push to hard for answers.

"Yes, and no," I tell him, "I just don't want to have my picture taken."

"I see," He said, then we shopped in silence.

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Sorry for the short chapters you guys, I got writers block for this one.

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