On the Run

Chapter 12

Beep...Beep...Beep...

"What happened Logan?" a concerned voice asks. There is a sweetness to the tone reminding me of someone I knew a long time ago.

"We were talking and then there was a gun shot and...and the glass broke...then she blacked out," Logan struggled to say.

"Who would want to hurt her?" she asks. Again I am reminded of someone. But who?

"Him. Bruce," Liz spits out.

"The family member after her?" I am trying to figure out who this voice is. Mom? Yes, it sounds just like mom's voice.

"Yes," Liz says.

Beep...Beep..Beep..

I want to open my eyes but they are too heavy. I start to feel something pulling me into the darkness.

"She will be okay right?" Logan squeezes my hand. I try to squeeze back but darkness falls over me.

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"When can I go home?" I ask. I am so done with this place. I miss my mom and my dad. The kids here are mean to me and don't want to play with me.

"You are at home," Miss Grace snaps at me. I blink away the tears. It has been two years since I have been at this horrible place. I miss my friends from school and my teacher.

I walked to the far side of the basketball court wiping my tears on my bare arm.

"Why are you crying Amy?" A blonde girl asked me. I think her name is Eva.

"Do you miss your mommy," another girl mocked at me. Hilary?

"Face it. No one wants you. Your parents didn't even want you. No one will ever want you. Right Hilary?" Eva smirked.

"So true Eva. Later Amy," Hilary sassed at me.

I ran past them, tears now streaming down my face. I threw open the doors and dashed down the hall, sobbing. They were right. Who would want me? I'm the reason my mom and dad are dead. They didn't want to take care of me anymore. That's why they left me all alone. How will I ever find someone who will love me?

I went up the stair, two steps at a time. Once I reached the top, I turned the corner and crashed into someone, falling to the floor.

"Ouch," I rubbed my head and looked up to see who I am into. A boy my age was sprawled on the floor rubbing his forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," my voice cracked. "Are-are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he looks up and his brown eyes met mine. "Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing," I murmur as I stood up.

"Was it Hilary and Eva?" I stood there quietly staring at the floor.

"You can tell me you know," his tone is sweet. I just stood there not saying anything. He shrugs and walks past me.

"I'm Dillon," he extends his hand out towards.

"Amy," I gingerly take his hand in mine and together our hands move up and then down. I smile at him and he smiles back at me. Without saying anything we made a pact. I knew that if I needed his help, he would help me and I will do the same thing for me.

"I'll see you around Amy," Dillon says before heading down the stairs. I walk to my room with a new found confidence and close my door. I open up my closet doors and pull out a box with the words STUFF written in sharpie on the sides. I never had the courage to open up this box before always afraid of what I would find. I sat on the floor next to it and started to open the top. Piece by piece I peeled back the flaps that protected the secrets that are inside.