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?


7. Manchester

Finally, after a tiring journey, we arrive in Manchester Station. Suddenly I remember Jeffers; He is on the same train as me. Pulling my hat down over my eyebrows, I grab my case and slip my rucksack on. Hopping the gap beneath the platform, I check both ways, then, seeing that the coast is clear, I run off towards the ticket office. The platform is not too crowded, but I can't see Jeffers. However, I did see a lot of blond-haired people walking around the station, so one of them could have been him, even though it is unlikely.

As I reach the ticket machine just outside the office, , I grab my coin stash from my pocket. I then go on to purchase a ticket to Kendal station. The ticket drops into the 'magic post-box' as my mother called it, which is the letter-box esc ticket collection box at the bottom. Shoving my hand in, I grab my precious ticket and stick my head up towards the boards. My train leaves in three minutes, but luckily from the same platform I am on.

Willing my feet to carry me forward, I drag myself back to where I got off the train and lean heavily against a pillar. That's when he appears.

Jeffers is whistling a jolly tune, the breeze blowing it around the station. His cropped blond hair is neatly parted and his eyes are a very weird beige colour. They almost look blond like his hair.

As I get out my last packet of Walkers Ready Salted, he  comes and sits at the bench next to me. I have to move, and fast.

Casually shifting my weight over onto my right foot, I push off it and slip round the pillar. I then stroll around, edging ever further from Jeffers. I stop four benches down from him, my heart throbbing between my lungs. For a moment, I fear it might burst, but it doesn't, obviously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him staring at me, so I slowly turn away from him, as if I am looking at the boards.

I see that my train arrives in one minute. Unfortunately, one minute is long enough for me to be handcuffed and dragged off out of the station, if I don't keep up my act.

Thankfully, the next sixty seconds are uneventful, and I hear a rumble. My ears process the sound gratefully; It is my train. I can finally escape.

But Jeffers gets up and walks to the doors too. If there is a God, I really need him to listen now.

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