Chapter 5 (Penny pov)

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"What about kids?" He asked. My eyes grew wide with terror. I always wanted kids. Always. Not a doubt. I want kids defiantly. But we are running for our lives and I already have Murray I can't have a baby inside of me or outside also at this point. He understood but he looked disappointed. I don't blame him I'm disappointed also.
"Lets go get......." Jacob started, but get to finish his sentence because my dad had found the tree house and was shooting at us. "I'll take care of it." Jacob said. I hesitated then I thought about Murray. Alright I choked. He slipped out the door like a mouse slipping into the night. I ran to go check on Murray he was asleep. "Thank goodness." I said, waking him up. "Hmm?" Murray mumbled. "Oh um... Nothing, go back to sleep." I replied. "Alright." He said. He yawned and fell back on his pillow. Classic Murray.

I don't want Murray to die and I don't want to die. My father will go to any limit to get what he wants. That's what scares me. Can you imagine being chased down and hunted by your father? It's very uncomfortable. I hate being uncomfortable. Jacob came back up to the tree house with his neck badly wounded. "Jacob!" I shrieked in terror. I know one thing... I'm next. Murray came running in. "What happened?" Murray stuttered. "I'm fine." Jacob croaked. "No your not," I said in a soft voice, "Come. Let me bandage you up." I saw a gleam in his eye.

"Let's go get....." I started, not wanting to finish the sentence. "What were you going to say?" Murray asked, barging into the middle of the conversation. "Married. At town hall." I explained. "Let's go get married at town hall today right now." Jacob said, struggling to say it. I nodded in agreement. Murray. Jacob and I went down and signed the documents. I was married. At 18 . I felt depressed instead of happy. Why? Just then I ran to the trash can and lost my lunch. "Are you ok, Penny?" Murray and Jacob asked in unison. I laughed and lied, "Yea."

I felt awful my stomach felt stretched out and I was also craving foods I never liked before, oh well probably just a cold. This lasted for a couple of days then I just got used to it.we were mostly hiking to different locations. Then Jacob pulled out spots the best thing that ever happened to me. Or after getting married of course. Spots is a Dalmatian puppy. "Jacob." I sighed. A tear ran down my face. I kissed him. Everything was perfect. Except for the idea of reality. How am I supposed to take care of this puppy? I have to try. Then I heared a loud gunfire. I know it was my dad. We started to run. Then spots wiggled out of my grasp. No Spots!

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