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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9. Cockermouth

The sun is nowhere to be seen, but it is still warm enough not to wear my gloves. Up above, the sky is a serious grey, and the clouds have merged together like an army front line. My feet have new life in them, which is a great sign, seeing as they almost came to their death earlier on.

Everything is getting better, but I can't shake the feeling that Jeffers is onto me. He could have the entire police unit on me by now; I need to get moving.

As I pass through the town centre of Cockermouth, I see the odd person here and there, out to the shops or taking their kids home from school. Goodness! It's already a quarter past four! I've been travelling for about four hours. I'm not surprised that it took that long, I'm surprised that it didn't take long. Today has been the longest day of my life, yet it has only been four hours since I was at home, packing to go.

At home now, I guess...oh no, Auntie Saya will have told the police I have died, but if Jeffers did recognise me, then the police will know I am not, and Auntie Saya will too. And in that case, I may as well be dead.

I suddenly realise that I have no idea where I am going. I can't tell from the map which way the Derwent is, so I stop to ask a passer-by.

"Er, excuse me sir, you couldn't tell me where the River Derwent is?" I politely inquire.

"Why, lass, just take yersel' to the right, and you'll find it" He nods and walks away, a bag of groceries in his hand.

Taking his vague advice, I head right down a mouldy-smelling side street and then down a right-leading footpath. When I come out, to my joy,  there it is, the River Derwent, although its glory is not particularly great, it does have a slick air to the way it flows, smooth, fast, flashy almost. Hesitating only slightly to take in the view, I press on.

The map shows that river wiggles about, but then curves round. I need to stay on the side I am on to follow the curve. Swinging my feet as I walk, I tread on in a rather lumpy fashion until I can see the first wiggle. I decide to go for a quick splash to clean my boots up, so I hop down the bank into the not-so-sparkly water. Unfortunately, when I reach out a hand into the water, it is soon clear that it must have come from the Arctic Sea, judging the temperature it is. The cold shocks my hand, which doesn't recover until I shove it between my legs and hold it there for a few minutes. Normally, I can take the cold quite well, but this is just ridiculously icy.

 

After my hand has finally warmed up, I continue on. I guess that this is it; this is the last part of my plan. I never really thought about what I would do once I actually got there. I suppose I'll have to just set up my tent and hope for the best. I packed up loads of canned and packet food, so I'll cook some of that, ration it out...try and survive I guess. I have a feeling it's going to be far harder than it should be. All it really is is...well...cook up food everyday, and keep a routine.

I don't think I'm going to be able to do it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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