Two-Faced

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?

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14. Avoidance

David comes out of his hut, so I hide back in my tent. I moved it to the very back of the field just to be further from him. I can't let anyone know more than that I'm a camper. To think what someone might do if they knew about the postman...to think if anyone knew Jeffers...to think if they told him.

David looks around; he obviously can't see my tent. I'd be a bit confused if I were him. You meet a girl one day, and the next she's apparently disappeared. I suppose I should move to another field, or at least to behind the fence that I'm backed up against.

He starts to walk around the field, his brows almost touching his eyelashes they're so far down. In the end he starts to head back to his shack, his head shaking back forth in confusion.

He goes back inside. I set up my stove and get out a sachet of coffee. I need the boost to keep me going. Taking one of my remaining matches out of the packet, I strike it against the side of the box. The flame flickers up and I turn the gas on. As I put the flame to the hob-style top, it immediately bursts up into a bright blue ring. I put my kettle on top of it and watch the water - which I collected from the river yesterday, just before I went to bed -  boil, the bubbles frothing to the surface, only to die as quickly as they were born of the heat.

Finally, the water boils and I chuck in the coffee powder. It swirls around, before disolving into the boiling water, turning it a watery-brown. At least it tastes good.

Or at least, they do when you're as parched as I am now.

The warming liquid settles in my stomach, leaving a good feeling behind. I've always liked to feel full and cosy, but my good feeling is turned to a sick, panicked feeling when David reopens the door.

He's wearing a police hat and on his coat is an officer's badge. For the first time in a while, I truly don't know what to do.

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