The Girl Nextdoor

Chapter 65: Part 3

Lauren thought about it for a few seconds before it came to her. She face palmed herself for not being able to realize it earlier.

"Oh my god, how could I forget." She said to herself. "Ugh."

"What?"

"Madison."

"Madison what?"

"Her mom owns a beach house in the Bahamas. We could just stay there for a few days. My dad would never know. Plus, they own dozens of beach houses all over just like we do, he'd never waste his time."

"Babe..."

"I know this sounds crazy but I think we'll be safe there."

"Lo-"

"All I need to do is make a quick phone call so I can tap into my dad's account..." Lauren said before pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

I snatched her phone away from her and glared at her, "Do you even hear what you're saying?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You're insane."

Lauren was slightly offended, "I'm just trying to protect you."

"Maybe I don't want to be protected."

"Well then tough shit because I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"Yeah well, I'm not going to let you do something reckless because of that."

Lauren groaned, "Don't you get it? If we stay, were both screwed. He could do something to you, to me, to us, and we can't just stay here and find out."

I let out a frustrated groan because I couldn't help but agree.

She caressed my cheek before she said, "You just have to trust me."

I looked back into her pleading green orbs, "I do trust you."

"Then we have to go. Now."

I looked away once more before I finally gathered the courage to give in, "Okay. But you gave to bring me back in a week. I can't leave my family thinking something happened to me."

"I will." Lauren assured me, "And just think of it as a little trip. Like that time we were supposed to ditch class to go to Rio. This is gonna make up for that."

I sighed, "Little trip it is."

"Alright then princess, can I have my phone back now?"

After a few phone calls, Lauren managed to break into her fathers account to "borrow" a large amount of money. She wouldn't tell me how much she took. She said that it didn't matter and considering our situation, I couldn't help but agree.

After she changed into the clothes she had in her gym bag, she managed to book us a private flight to the Caribbean in a friend's jet, which I assumed was from Madison's family. Whether she borrowed it or stole it, I don't know, but when we parked, in the middle of the departure lot, there was a huge jet parked with a fancy B printed on the side. And in that moment, it became evident to me that Lauren could do anything. When she wanted it done of course.

We both walked up to the plane where we meet the pilot waiting near the metal stair case.

He shook our hands and introduced himself. He then guided us up the stairs and into the plane.

Inside, the seats were covered in red leather and the walls were enveloped by wood. The flooring itself was red carpet. On the fair end of the plane was a small bar and in the middle was an air hockey table.