Something About You (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 5

I reach Sleepy Meadow in about 3 hours. It's probably the smallest town in Florida. It's also the easiest place to keep secrets because the town only has a population of 53 and there's maybe a handful of officers. That's why it's the perfect place for Leah Marshall who has a lot of secrets. She's a drug dealer, she makes fake IDs and can get you a bit of cash if you have something for her.

I pull into the driveway in front of her small brick house. I cut off the engine and take a deep breath. You can do this, I think to myself. I step out of the car and pull my sweater tighter around my body. Before I even have a chance to knock, the door swings wide open and Leah looks down at me.

Her red hair is tied up in a bun on top of her head and she's wearing a white tank top with jeggings. She looks like a model although she's far from it. She's the most badass chick I've ever met and we've only seen each other twice. After my real mom died, I came to her for drugs and the most recent was a month after that when I sold my body to her for money because I had to have surgery and my parents wouldn't pay. I was pretty desperate then. Of course, we're not lesbians though. She just wanted something different and I needed surgery.

"Look who decided to drop by! Kira is it? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Drugs? Or something else?" She asks and wiggles her eye brows when she says 'something else'.

"Fake ID and some money" I reply.

"What's in it for me babe?"

"A 44' magnum revolver with a box of ammunition. I have two but I'll need one. I'll also throw in a bottle of pepper spray though"

"Oh, lovely. Okay, well it might take a bit. Why don't you come inside?" She smiles and opens the door even wider.

I nod and walk in. The inside of her house never ceases to amaze me. She has one room filled with computers and printer looking things and she has another one with a long counter covered with packets of white powder and pill bottles that are mostly illegal in the US. If a cop were to come in here, she'd be in prison for a long time.

She turns around and looks at me.

"What do you want your age and name to be?" she asks.

"I'll be 22 year old Kaitlynn Heydrick"

"Nice and I'll give you $750. Is that okay?"

"Sure. I've got $100 in my wallet and I took $325 from my father and Marcie so I should be okay"

"Alright. I'll get your money and make your ID. In the meantime, feel free to get comfy. Would you like something to drink? I've got booze in the fridge?" She offers.

"Yeah. A beer would be nice"

She smiles and disappears into the kitchen. A few seconds later, she returns with a cold beer. I give her a grateful smile and twist the top off. I take a large gulp and wipe my mouth with my sleeve.

"Okay... just call me if you need me" She says and goes to the computer room.

I continue to sip my beer and wonder what life will be like when I'm out of here for good.

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2 hours later, Leah is finally done. I give her the gun, ammunition, and pepper spray and she gives me a large envelope with my fake ID and money in it. I thank her and head out the door. I feel a bit dizzy after the five beers but I decide to still drive anyway. I put the ID and cash in my wallet and throw the envelope in the backseat. Then, I drive away.

I've been on the road for 4 hours and I can hardly focus but I still keep going. I promised myself I would at least go 6 hours before stopping anywhere. I wouldn't want Marcie and my father to get me and bring me back to that horrid place. I think of that horrible house and what it would mean if I went back there.

I almost don't see the black car coming towards me. Then, I see it and I barely have to scream before it slams into me. My car spins off the road and flips over into the woods where it lights on fire and through the rearview mirror, I see the other car has already exploded. I know I have to get out so I grab my bag and try to open the door but it won't budge.

Scared and panicked, I bang on the glass and scream. Then, I notice crack in the window on the other side. I quickly climb over and hit it with all my strength over and over until it finally busts. I crawl out of the car and onto the grass. I try to get further away but I can't. I must have broken a few things and I'm bloody all over. Since I can't move anymore, I just stay there and breathe in the smoke until I pass out. But not before I see a gorgeous blonde stranger yelling and frantically running toward me.

Gorgeous stranger? What an understatement! Lol. I'll be updating soon but I'm also really busy with school and shit. XOXO Taylor