Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“When we pull up for gas,” I whispered to Amber. “We run. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered back, her eyes just as intent as mine.
And back to the quiet we went, our fingers trembling as the journey continued.
I jolted awake, realizing we’d stopped moving. I took a sharp intake of breath, remembering where we were and what we’d done. Amber was asleep on my shoulder, breathing softly.
“Amber,” I whispered, shaking her gently to wake her up. “It’s time to go.”
She stirred from her sleep, and I watched her go through the same reaction I’d just experienced. I moved to the doors of the van and prayed to find them unlocked. Slowly, I opened them, the sliver of light growing and growing before the light blinded me.
“Hurry!” I begged Amber, and we stumbled out of the van, picking up speed with gravel and asphalt digging into our feet as we ran off. I managed to slam the doors shut behind me, but I didn’t even manage to look around until we were already running away.
The land around us was flat and dry with no trees or hiding places in sight. All I saw were scattered buildings, and I followed Amber behind one of them, crying out when I tripped on a rock. I’d never felt adrenaline like this, coursing through my body, my mind deciding to do anything it took to get me the hell out of there. We crouched behind the building, and I stared around the wall and watched the van pull away. The man drove off, never even noticing we were there.
I turned back to face Amber, her eyes just as wide as mine. It seemed impossible to think we were truly free. Surely there would be another obstacle in our way, something else to make this harder.
“We need to call for help,” I said, my hands shaking as I stroked a tear off Amber’s cheek. “We need clothes, we need the police, we need someone to come get us.”
She nodded, and we stared at each other like lost little lambs.
Suddenly I was afraid, afraid of the responsibility I’d put on myself by taking Amber with me and afraid of the possible danger I’d put us both in by escaping Thorn. I felt a mix of guilt and fear so overwhelming I had to clutch the wall to help myself from falling over, but I knew I needed to be strong. I’d been praying for a chance like this, to run away and get out of the life I’d never asked for. Now it was finally here, and I needed to take advantage of it and run as fast as I could.
We held each other’s hands and walked towards the gas station. We were about to walk inside when I saw a car pull up, a car I’d seen parked in front of the Mansion. My heart hammered in my chest, and I pulled Amber back just in time, watching a man I recognized as one of the guards run into the building, shouting something at the cashier. The man shook his head, and the guard cursed, slamming his fist on the counter. Then he was gone.
“We can’t go in there,” I said to Amber. “They’re already looking for us.”
It was light outside now, almost noon, judging by the sun’s position in the sky. I desperately needed to pee, and I was exhausted from the uncomfortable journey in the van.
“Let’s find the bathrooms,” Amber suggested, and I quickly agreed.
We walked around, dodging behind walls to hide until we reached a small brick building. We used the bathrooms, and while I was waiting for Amber to finish, I saw that there was a shower section in the back for truckers. I snuck back there, praying to God no one would see me. Only one of the showers was running, a dingy polyurethane sheet separating me from the trucker inside. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw his belongings hanging outside.
I took them all. I felt no shame for stealing, but on second thought, I only grabbed the money from his wallet and left his documents intact. I took the clothes, too, a fresh change of jeans and a shirt he’d probably meant to change into after his shower.
I grabbed Amber on the way back and pulled her into the ladies’ room.
“Put this on,” I told her with my voice shaky as hell, passing her the shirt.
We got dressed in a hurry. I pulled on the much too big jeans, keeping my nightie on as a camisole, and Amber dressed in the plaid shirt, which looked like a dress on her. I heard the trucker cursing through the walls and blushed at what I’d done, but there was no time to think. We needed to keep moving. Digging through the man’s pockets, I almost cried at the sight of a phone. I hadn’t seen one in so long, and right then it seemed like our only chance.