Tallie has always been normal. Just a girl at school living with her mum.
But that's all changing now.
After her mother was murdered, and the murderer never charged, she took matters of law into her own young hands. But it all went wrong. She's got to escape before everyone realises the crime she's commited. Living in a hut on a deserted moorland is her only option. Until David arrives.
He can help her; he's a police man, the only one on her side. Soon Tallie is deeply in love with David, but is he all he says to be? Or is he in fact the very man she is running from?


12. A place to stay?

When I wake up, I instantly feel the roaring pain in my head. That is probably from the fact that I'm upside down. Why though? How am I like this? 

I wrench myself up from the hard floor, then collapse as my legs, used to the position of sleep, buckle beneath me. Fumbling for the zip in the morning light, I manage to grip it and yank down hard. The tent opens to show the world tilted at the weirdest angle. Not quite upside down, sort of three-quarters round. 

Disorientated and aching, I crawl out onto the grass. My head spins as I stand up, so I take a step back to prevent myself from falling again. Luckily it works, and I turn to look at the tent. It is upside down, but the poles are all in place, keeping the typical triangle shape. I walk over slowly and flip it back again. It stands fine, so it's obviously okay, I just can't understand how I got here. 

I look around again. The river isn't there. The hills are way closer than before. We must have been blown here by a strong wind. I walk around again, checking for any damages to the tent, but as I do so, my back hits something hard. 

Spinning round, I see a medium sized hut. It looks well-kept, as if someone lives there. I open the splintering door, to see a small room with a stove, a small bed and some other wooden furnishings. Someone definitely lives here.

I check behind me, then head in. The smell of fresh coffee is overpowering, and I see a half-empty cup of the stuff on one of the little wooden tables. Whoever lives here probably only just left. Then a thought pops into my head.  Surely I could live here too...

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