Freaks (Ticci Toby) ((Sequel to Outcasts))

Chapter Thirty;

Kerigan

My breathing picked up. I forced myself not to panic. How did he find us. How did he find me.

"...fake ID, new name, car, you two will be set to just go." EJ finished, looking at me expectantly. I hadn't heard most of what he'd said.

"Im.. I'm sorry, what?" I whispered, feeling light headed.

"You're gonna have to shave your head and wear glasses, Leean." Jeff teased as he handed me a driver's license. I stared at my picture, super imposed (quite skillfully) with a shaved head and big chunky glasses. Leean Joanna Harvey, my birthday, my eye colour, and an address I didnt recognize was listed in print below my picture.

"Where are we going to go? Does Isaac get a new weird name?" I wondered, looking over to the license in his hands. His was just him, his name the same. Isaac Zacharias Grossman. He looked up at me and grinned widley.

"Look, I'm not an illegal alien anymore." I punched his arm.

"We can keep you safe tonight, Toby is stalking around the town to see if he can find your family, but he is going to come here tomorrow. We are going to clean up here, erase any traces you even existed here, and you guys are going to be long gone." Jack explained, checking a watch on his wrist. "I'd get to packing. Kerigan-- Er, Leean- go shave the rest of your hair off. You're too recognizable with long hair because of your missing posters."

"This is all happening really fast, where are we going to go?" I whimper. I had grown accustomed to our life there, I liked the way it was, at least in the morning. As though he could read my mind, Isaac took my hand and kissed my palm gently.

"Anywhere. As long as we're together, nothing can hurt us, and we can face anything." He stared at me lovingly with those gorgeous orange eyes. My heart ached, and I so desperately wanted to tell him I loved him, but the time just wasnt right. Because I did love him, in a completely different way than I had Loved Toby, and I had just barely come to realize it, and though I was sure he felt the same way, there was still that anxiety in the back of my mind.

"Are those track marks on your neck?" Tim asked suddenly, stepping forward and grabbing Isaac's shoulder. Jack's head snapped up from examining some papers in a folder that looked like fake birth certificates and registries. He took one long stride and grabbed Isaac, jerking his head to the side. My cheeks burned as I realized they were seeing the bruises and pin pricks from syringe needles that we had been using for feeding times.

"Isaac Zacharias-- You fucking promised. How could you endanger her--" Jack began, fiery rage making his whole body radiate anger.

"Its not drugs." I spoke up suddenly, Isaac's face pale in fear. All the eyes in the room turned to me. "Theyre...  needle marks, yes, but not from drug use. Its... how I... feed... feeding keeps Toby mostly out. He can still talk to me, but he cant sense anything about me--"

"Keeps Toby out? What do you mean?" Jeff snapped, eyes widening. I noted that his eyelids were growing back again.

"He dream- walks." I snorted.  "He likes to torture me by exhausting me every night with his incessant rambling."

"Thats- that's impossible." Tim whispered, eyes wide. I looked up at him, and suddenly his thoughts flooded me. Not just the ones on the surface, the ones deep down- his pain, his sorrow, brought on worse as he stared at me, recognizing the similarities between me and my sister, and God did he miss her, it ached in every fiber of his being.

"She blames me. For stealing you from her. Shes falling apart. Sometimes I think she'd be better off dead." The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. Everyone stopped, staring at me, but I couldnt control myself. I felt my feet dragging towards Tim, a hand reaching out to rest on his cheek. As my skin made contact with his, it was just like what I experienced with Isaac: That burning pain as he choked down gulps of Jack Daniel's, chainsmoking cigarettes to numb the pain. Him, watching her from across the street as she stumbled drunkenly into house after house, watching her self destruct, blaming himself, hating himself, hating myself, this is all my fault, my fault, I shouldnt have left her, she lost us both that day, we broke her, we ruined her--