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?


13. David

I shut the door quietly. As if anyone would hear me anyway! I need to think. Can I stay here? In this sheltering hut, with perhaps another person whom I don't know at all...I'll leave it a bit. I may as well see who lives here first.

Sitting in my tent, around ten metres away from the shack, the hours fly by. No-one comes to the hut at all, and I am about to go to bed on the bed I blew up this morning, when I hear footsteps.  Peeping out of the tent, I see a tall man with short, mousy blond hair that has been spiked upwards with gel. I can't help but notice his skin though; it is shiny, and looks slightly rubbery. I'm sure it's just the light, or maybe the weather. Or something.

 He walks to the shack and opens the door. So he lives here!

This is my moment. I spring up and dash to the door, which is hanging open and creaking in the slightly chilly breeze.

"Erm, excuse me...?" It comes out awkwardly, and the guy turns around, then does a double take.

"Excuse me! Who the hell are you?" He doesn't sound rude, but more incredulous.

"I'm, Tallie..." I trail off: I mean, what else can you say?

"David," He smiles, "Nice to meet you."

It's sweet of him to say that, but he obviously doesn't mean it.

"I your shack?" It comes out as a question, asking him to believe me.

"Are you that camper? The one with the tent outside? And this is not a 'shack', this is a well-kept den, I'll have you know!" He raises one eyebrow as of to say 'What do you say to that?'.

"Yes, and it's lovely. I just can't help wondering why you'd place it out here." I shrug.

"I didn't place it here, I found it here! I made it my own in no time at all! A beautiful little house it is indeed!" His voice is quite posh, but with a hint of more country tones in it.

"You mean to say that you don't own this place?!"

"Correctamundo." He says the word so seriously I can't stop a snigger from escaping my nostrils.

"It is not funny! It is a real word!" He shouts

"In your dreams" I mutter

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Why did you choose to park up here? Of all places, I mean, come on." He's right though, but what do I say? I've only just met him. I guess I'll have to lie for a while.

"Camping trip. Wanted to climb some big hills...and...stuff like that..." It's convincing enough I s'pose.

"Cool, the best hills are the ones right on the horizon. Great beasts they are, like skyscrapers!" He comes alive suddenly, as if all he really ever wanted to do was tell me how amazing the hills round here are. Shame that I'm not too interested.

"Er, yeah, great, thanks. I guess I'll...see ya 'round. Bye" And with that, I walk out of the hut, and break into a run.

I have to admit, David makes me jumpy. I suppose it's because I've never been with a boy properly, but he's like...older and...quite good-looking and...oh I don't know, it just feels awkward having him there.

I'm going to have to work hard to avoid him.

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