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?


21. First night

"So then, where do want to sleep tonight?" David ruffles my hair, which if it were anybody else, I would squirm away, but David does it so softly and gently that I sigh quietly. The only problem is, I don't want to sleep with David. Not one bit.

"Urm...just on the floor will be fine, thanks." I say shyly. David looks disappointed.

"Are you sure? You could sleep in my bed if you wanted, with me."

"Oh no, I...really like the floor..." I lie through my smile, trying to sound convincing. David shrugs carelessly.

"Sure. Do what you like." He slumps off into the corner of the shack and flicks the kettle on. I self-consciously bend over and unzip my rucksack. My tent is there, crumpled like a piece of homework that has been forgotten about. I push down underneath it and feel the rubbery material of my airbed. Under that is the pump. I grab them both and start to blow the bed up, getting into a rhythm as I step down to pump air in, then lift my foot off to allow it to refill.

Push, lift, refill. Push, lift, refill. Push, lift, refill and so on. Easy enough. It's only after about three minutes that my leg really starts to ache. Stopping for a break, I look over at David. He's on the bed, reading some sort of crime thriller I've never heard of.

"Is that good?" I ask politely.

"Yeah, but you're better." It should be cringy, but in this context it's nice. Especially as he apparently got angry with me a second ago.

"Nah, you are." I reply playfully, hoping to take things to a lighter, more friendly note.

"Come here" David smiles at me and beckons. I take the nozzle out of the airbed, plug it up and stroll over. I splat down onto the bed and he pulls me in tight. Just a hug though, which I am relieved about. I'd rather we just kept it like this; friendly, rather than feisty.

I snuggle in close and so does David. Today I really feel like I love him, for the first time ever. All the other times, I've just been scared.

Maybe I shouldn't have been though.

Maybe my life is alright after all.

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