The Runaways

The Runaways: Chp 4: Finally Free

Olivias P.O.V

I smiled and turned to Jacob. Running my fingers through my hair, a worried look grew across his face "something wrong?" I asked. "We need to go back to my house..". My smile slowly faded "um okay". We walked back to the house in silence, I could sense something was up. I gently grabbed his hand, our hands rubbed against each others. As we got back into the house we went up to his room. He grabbed his bags and began to stuff his clothes into it. I lifted myself up and sat on his dresser. "I'm sorry". Jacob looked back at me slowly with an intense look in his eyes. I jumped off the dresser, slowly walking over to him....our faces got close.. so close I could feel his breath on my lips. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I whispered into his ear, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to". He pulled away and got out a pen and paper from his book bag and began to write

Dear Mother,

It's me Jacob, lately I've been having thoughts of my dad. I know he wasn't there for me when I was a kid but I'm curious and I want to see my father. So I've went off to find him. Please don't try to look for me because you won't fight me. Just know that I love you just as much

Much Love, Jacob E Austin

From behind I saw him wipe a tear quickly, my body began to shake and tremble as I saw how much distress I was putting him through. I threw my body on his bed and stared blankly into the ceiling. "I want to break free". He turned towards me "break free from the pain , the worries, the burdens, I saw want to get away from this world society ruined and go somewhere where I can run and be free". I saw a slight smile cross his face "then let's go there beautiful!" He jumped on me playfully, lots of giggles and laughs escaped my mouth "well lets get your bags and leave", I said. Me and Jacob grabbed the bags and hangers leaving the note behind taped on the mirror. We ran down the stairs trying not to trip over our feet. As we ran back into the field over to our van. Jacob opened the back door to the van. The old and rusty needles squeaked. I ran over to the passengers seat as Jacob ran back to the front. "are we really doing this?" I questioned. He put his Ray Ban's on and gave me a confirming nod. "WHOOOHOOOO" I yelled in excitement with my arms in the air. 

"wait where are they keys", Jacob asked. I started at him in confusion. "I thought you had them?". He sat there in the drivers seat and stared blankly at the window, "No . .ugh c'mon lets look for them." He smiled at me and I jumped in the back off the van. Bags were pushed, thrown, and moved until I looked up. The keys dangled from a hanger. "Jakey?". His gorgeous grey eyes popped up from under the seat, "yeah..". I shook the keys on my pinky finger, "were so blind!". We both burst into an histarical laughter. He stood up kicking a bunch of empty cans. I handed him the keys and he started up the Peace Wagon. I stared at him as he grip tightened on the wheel. His foot pressed down onto the pedal and we drifted off into the wind. Finally I broke free, no more pain, no more sorrow, no more burdens. I was just so lucky to have a guy like him. I was his Olivia and he was my Jacob. 

Day 1 From LA to The Bay