The Runner

The Runner (Part 2)

"Paige, help me!" Margie begged.

"Don't talk to me, we're in public," I muttered, trying not to move my lips.

I'm drawing alot of attention: not good. "I know who it is!" she yelled.

"I can't talk to you right now." She crossed her arms and pouted. Ifelt her anger rushing through her and the window smash. "Stop it," I said as the people start freaking out.

"I want you to help!" she screams like a little girl. Yep, that's definetly her. "Look, I know that I steal your clothes, posted your diary online, and phisically hurt you but I need your help!"

"Why would I help a selfish brat like you?!" I frowned.

"Because you don't want me to blow your disguise."

I rushed out of the church with Margie on my heels. "What are we doing first?" she asked.

"I need a place to stay; it's getting dark." I was thinking I could sneak into someone's attic for the night.

"And then are we going to catch my murderer?"

"Why don't you just tell me?"

"Because ghosts can't say anything to help humans!"

I ignored her all the into the woods. She just babbled to herself. We (or I) found a house just along a river. Seemed old but who cares? It probably has an attic.

I climb the tree next to it so I can sneak into the attic. "Aren't you going to help?!" I ask Margie, who's easily floating to the top.

"Sure: go Paige, go Paige, goooo Paige!" she cheers. I huff and pull myself into the attic. Margie is already relaxing on an old bed.

"Levon, go get the pot in the attic!" a woman yells.

"Someone's coming!" Margie says.

"No, really?" I say sarcastically.

"Don't talk! Hide!" I find some manniquins and pretend to be one. The lights turn on and I hold my breath. The boy (probably only a year older) looks through some boxes and looks directly at me. "Boy, those things are freaky," he muttered and poked me in the gut.

"Ouch!" I frown at him. Oops. He drops the box in his hands and screams.I cover his mouth with my hand. I sighed in relief. That was close.

I tie him up and point my can of pepper spray at him. "Promise not to tell that you saw us."

He nodds. "Come here," he said. I take a step closer. "Closer, closer, closer."

I'm only three inches away from him when his arms break free and grab me. Good thing I tied his torso to the chair. He's very strong and somewhat cute but what the hell? I hate boys. He has brown hair, green eyes, and the face that any girl would go gaga for but not me.

"Let go!" I try to struggle out of his grip.

"Let's make a deal, I'll let you go if you untie me."

"I have another: you can kiss my a-" he squeezes the life out of me, "Okay, okay." He drops his arms to his sides. "Since you're Mr. muscle-man, why don't you get yourself out?"

"A deal's a deal," he reminds me, "And I'll let you stay here but you have to keep quiet. My mom can't know."

I quickly untie him and he lunges at me.