The Unknown

Chapter Three ~ Teagan

We get to the Pier and the first thing we see is the gushy dark red blood that belonged to Mikey Hubbit. Then we see Cannon passed out but breathing and Rylee crying behind a big grey rock with a ton of moss on the top. I sprint over to Rylee and wrap her in a huge hug. I cry with her.

"What happened?!" Kacey asks in a very shaky tone. "These orange things came, They attacked us I ran and hid as fast as I could," Rylee cries. "They killed Mikey and I think Cannon is hurt badly," I hold Rylee. "We seen them too, they are called Tringers," I tell her everything I know, which is not much, but it's enough.

Kacey is tending to Cannon and Grayson is sitting down by the water trying to figure things out. Rylee and I are cuddling and comforting each other.

"Guys!" Kacey shouts "Cannon is coming to," Grayson, Rylee and I all run over to Cannon and Kacey. Cannons eyes shot open and he basically jumps up, he falls right back on his butt.

"Where am I?!" He freaks out. "Hey bud, can you tell us your name?" Kacey asks in the calmest voice she can. "Cannon" He responds. "You remember us right we are your friends?" Kacey questions. "Yes, I do," Cannon replied. "Do you remember what happened to you?" Grayson asks "How did they knock you out?" He just stares for a minute. "They hit me in the back of the head with something. A gun I think." I wonder why they didn't just kill him. I guess all that matters is that he is alive and okay.

"We can't go back to any of our homes, it's not safe anymore," Grayson states. I give Kacey a look because like mine her home was never very safe, but she had run away when she had the chance. Kacey doesn't even go to school anymore. "For some of us our house was never safe," I grumbled. "I will drive. I can steal my fathers van," Kacey says out loud.

We bike back to Kacey's house. We get in the van and leave. "Where are we heading?" Rylee asks. "We should go to France, My uncle has a summer home there and I have the keys," Grayson states proudly. "It's actually the whole top floor of an apartment building, and we will be safe there for now." We all look at each other. "Well that settles that then, France it is," Kacey says.

I look at Rylee, I love her ocean blue eyes, her caramel blond hair. I love that her skin is so tan and she has freckles on her nose. I don't know what I would do if she got hurt, if she was in Mikeys shoes. "You okay?" Rylee says breaking my train of thought. "Uh yeah, I'm fine," I reply. "Does anyone have advil?" I ask. My feet always hurt, and it's going to rain. "No sorry," They all respond.

"How are we getting to france? It's on the other side of the world," Cannon questions. "I have a fake Id that says I'm twenty one I can use that to get us plane tickets," Kacey states "I will do it at a small airport with cash. I stole most of my dads savings. It might actually help him. Besides he will never think that it was me cause I ran away a year ago and have lived with good friends since then."

I am the only one besides Kacey that knows why taking all her dads cash would actually help him. He was always high or drunk. He is really bad when he is using. He is truly an addict.

"Can we stop?" Rylee asks Kacey "I need a break," Rylee then states. "Sure, there is a gas station right up here," Kacey claims. We pull up to the gas station and Rylee, Grayson, and I get out. We go to the restrooms. Rylee walks in and then I walk in.

I step up to Rylee, spin her around to face me, lift her up, set her on the counter, and kiss her. She kisses me back. We make out for a few minutes. There's a knock on the locked door.

It's Kacey "Come on guys we gotta go." I smirked at Rylee. "But I'm making out with my bae," I complain sarcastically. We unlock the door walk out and there is a line of three other women and a little girl. Rylee blushes and I laugh as we walk out.

"Smartass," Kacey calls me when we enter the van. I laugh sarcastically. "The airport is only a few miles up the road we should get going," Grayson says. We pull out of the gas station and drive towards the airport.

I wonder what France is like. Is it pretty like in the pictures? Does everyone actually speak french and eat really great food?

I fell asleep and before I knew it we were pulling into the airport.