Invisible

Chapter 15

As soon as the motorcycle started moving I regretted agreeing to riding it. I screamed in terror as I gripped Cameron with all my strength.

"Christina, I can't breathe," Cameron choked. I shook my head and didn't release my grip. It was his own fault anyway.

After a few minutes of not dying, I relaxed slightly. Cameron sighed in relief as his lungs were finally able to function correctly.

"Where are we going exactly?" I yelled. Cameron shrugged his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and started thinking about what our best options were.

Looking at the signs we passed, I noticed a worn sign for Bear City Arkansas, just 50 miles away.

"Cam, what do you know about Bear City?" I asked, hoping he had a good answer.

Cameron leaned left to get onto the highway. "Absolutely nothing, which means it's perfect."

I was starting to get used to the bike, and after the initial fear wore off, I was actually enjoying it.

Bear City was a beautiful place, plus it was pretty much a ghost town. Riding through the streets, we saw maybe 2 houses and no other cars. It was perfect for hiding from the government.

Cameron parked turned off the road onto a beaten path through the woods. How he saw it, I have no idea. But he took the path through the woods into a clearing by a creek.

"Shouldn't we find a motel?" I asked, hopping off the bike and removing my helmet to breathe. Cameron shook his head.

"No need," he answered, pulling some things out of his backpack. He dumped them on the ground and smiled at me proudly.

"A tent? How-"

"Christina, I am an experienced conspiracy theorist. I know how to live off the grid, and this is the best way to do it." He started putting the tent together, and I sighed and knelt down to help him.

"So how come you're so into conspiracy theories?" I asked as I tried to fit two tent poles together.

"My dad used to tell me conspiracy theories instead of bedtime stories," he started as he laid out the tent poles to organize them, "his favorite theory was actually about you."

I smiled as I finally got my two poles to fit.

"Really? It was just an every-day missing child report, nothing that interesting," I laughed. Cameron shook his head.

"He was convinced there was more to it. After all, a missing baby doesn't make national television every time. He would've been so happy if he knew he was right," Cameron smiled sadly.

"What happened to him?" I asked hesitantly. Cameron shrugged.

"My parents were already pretty old when they had me, and then he got cancer. He lived a great life though," he smiled, making eye contact to show me that he was okay.

"So what did he think was really going on with me?" I asked out of curiosity. It never occurred to me that people actually cared about my story.

"He thought your dad had something over your mom, and that your mom was the real hero," he explained. I looked down at the poles in my hand.

"What is your story anyway? With your parents and everything?" He asked. I was afraid he'd ask about that. But after everything he had done to help me these past few days, I felt I owed him this. So I told him everything.

***

Hours later, it was dark and we were sitting on a log by the fire Cameron had started. We had spent all day telling each other about everything, and I felt that I could trust him more than I had ever trusted anyone. Not that that was a lot.