On The Run

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The fear of being judged by others is why I don't express myself..
- Vidhi

I get out of the car and follow Ace's led. I hear the others get out of their car as well and follow us. It's dark, so I somehow managed to trip on a step that I didn't see, but caught myself.

"You good there, Racer?" Jay asks, after watching the whole thing happen. "Yeah, just gravity wanted to fuck around with me today. Nothing to worry about." I say, gaining my balance back and continuing walking. I hear Jay, Lee, and Zack laugh behind me, before I leave.

Ace opens the door and walks in. Walking in behind him, I come to see the house almost completely bare, except for a few essential things that go in a house. I look around curiously, wondering who owns this house and why it's so bare. I look around, upstairs along with the downstairs too, I come to realize this is like a new house. Nothing in it but what you need before your other appliances come in the next day.

Walking back downstairs, I see the guys have brought in our suitcases and some of the weapons that were in the Tesla. "So, this place has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. You can pick which room you want, then the guys will pick whether they want to sleep on the couch or the other room." I nod my head at what Ace had told me, and pick up my bags.

"I'm gonna go ahead and go to sleep, but y'all gotta tell me how you own this place tomorrow." I state, heading up the stairs and into the smallest room. 

I don't need much space, just some to let me put some of my stuff away and lay my files on the desk. I take my toiletries to the bathroom next door to the room and do my nightly routine. I change into some shorts and a large shirt, put my hair in a braid down my back, and head back to the room I'm staying in.

I lay down on the bed that was next to the window and think about my life. Life has been a bitch to me, but mom always did say to just let it play out and see where things go. Maybe I will get out of this mess with Jacob, but I highly doubt that. Sleep consumes me and my nightmares begin to play in my head.

The beatings I've had to endure with that man. The constant harassment he put me through when I was in front of someone, or alone with him. The mental abuse he would do to make me submit to him and do what he said. The torture I took everyday and the pain I had to take, but not once did I cry in front of anyone. I didn't show any weaknesses to them and they didn't show any weaknesses to me, until that fateful night where I escaped.

The next morning I woke up with tears in my eyes. My cheeks dry and my lips cracked from lasts night's nightmare.

I quickly wipe away the tears in my eyes and grab some clothes. I head out the room and into the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth and hair. I leave my wet hair down as I pull on my ripped blue jeans, a black colored tank top with a beige color cardigan over it. 

I come out of the bathroom and throw my clothes in the room I'm staying in before I head downstairs. It's quiet this morning, so I think everyone is still asleep. Around the middle part of the stairs, I start to hear slight whispering among some people. "We need to tell her. It's the least we could do. She told us her story, and why she was running. We can tell her ours now. I know we all trust her." Someone said with a familiar voice.

"I agree. She has proven to be trustworthy many times. Not only by showing us she can keep her secrets well, but also by showing us that she can disappear anytime she needs to, plus she knows how to use guns, cars, and a computer. She is good at what she does, and she knows what she is doing. I mean she even knows that gang members and mafias still use swords to fight some of their battles." Another voice adds on.