On the Run

Chapter 10

-I wrote this chapter~A~

Dylan's POV

When Dylan came back from the grocery store, Aveline was already asleep. Her hair was wet, making a wet spot on her pillow.

He dropped the food and placed it in the mini fridge the hotel supplied them with. Once he was done, he took a shower, glad that Aveline was thoughtful enough to leave him some of the hot water.

Once he was done, he stepped out of the shower and looked at the mirror above the sink. In the four or something days he had been away from home, he had gotten a few scrapes and scars.

The scar on his shoulder was ever so prominent when Dylan turned to look at his back, there were faint bruises from when he had fallen into the trees and got whipped. The only place that hadn't bruised was over his jaw where he had gotten punched.

He hadn't slept well since almost a week ago so his eyes had taken a reddish bruising along the bottom from the lack of sleep. When he was in his first year he had been diagnosed with insomnia. The trigger was probably from being separated from Scott. They had basically shared the same bed until then and Dylan had never been able to recover in the short months of summer.

His hair was a mess. He brushed it with a comb and dried it with a hairdryer. Yes, he used a hairdryer, they aren't only for long hair. When his hair was dry, it was all fluffy. This hotel was generous enough to supply some hair gel so Dylan styled his hair in the usual way.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep, Dylan dressed it his white t-shirt and black jeans and headed out of the hotel room. While going over to the grocery store, he had seen a mall a few buildings past and Dylan needed a new pair of shoes.

He had grabbed one of the two wallets that Avelines grandma had given them. This one was the one in Dylans pack so there was more in it since they hadn't used it to pay for the bus or the hotel. He counted it up and there was around 500$ in it. Dylan thought that was too much to be carrying around so he returned to the room and placed 300$ in his bag.

With the 200$ he had left, he walked down to the mall. It was a mall that stayed open until 11pm, giving him about an hour to shop.

When he entered the mall, there weren't many people walking around. Dylan walked to a shoe store. Half the lights on the sign were dead so he couldn't decipher the name.

Dylan walked over to the sneakers and spent 20 minutes trying on different types. He finally came to an agreement to get a pair of black Nikes for the low price of 70$ as they were on sale. He went over to the cashier and bought them. Afterwords he went to a different store to get a new plaid shirt.

When he entered the store, there was a gang of three guys about his age, they watched him buy a 30$ blue and white plaid shirt. Once he had payed, the guys followed him out of the store and stopped him.

"You look like a guy with a bunch of problems that you need to forget," said the one in the middle. He had black hair and green eyes, a strange combination. He was also the tallest and most built.

"What do you mean? What do you want from me?" Dylan asked cautiously.

The three laughed, then the shortest one with brown hair spoke up, "we just think you need a few shots, drink some alcohol, you know, that kind of stuff."