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?


22. To town...

Today I wake up to see David has already left.

I throw away the thin cover and roll off the airbed. My legs are stiff, so I stretch them out and groan. I haven't done much exercise recently and so I feel a bit gross. Suddenly, I spot a note on the table. It's signed by David.

The neat handwriting spells out a simple message:

Hello Tallie,

I just thought I'd say that I've gone to work. I have left a ten pound note above to pay for some food. Please can you go out and get us some basic stuff? Pasta, milk, bread, margarine...that sort of food.

Love you,


Trust him to put 'hello' instead of 'hi'. Then it strikes me. He's asking me to go into town. To go and face the world like any normal girl would. Then again, I'm not so normal.

But David doesn't know that.

Sighing, I pick up the tenner and tentatively push open the door. A fierce wind almost knocks me off my feet, and I immediately turn back inside and slam the door. I still have to go though...or do I?

I'll wait a little.

According to my watch, it's an hour before I move again. I have always been able to just sit for hours on end, doing absolutely nothing, but not getting bored. I suppose it's because I like to think. Thinking is what keeps me sane, what stops me from falling into nothingness, which I think I would've done if I hadn't thought my way out of the blackness.

Hot tears well up behind my eyes and suddenly I'm crying. I sniff pathetically, trying to force the tears in again, but it just makes it worse.

Before I can stop it, I'm sobbing, raking in breaths in a hiccup-like fashion. Bending my neck, I push my head between my legs, trying to calm down, but still the tears keep coming. I'm at the weeping stage now, and there's no way I'll be able to cool off. In the end I just bury my head in the pillows on David's bed at let it all out.

It's another hour before I've stopped. When I finally look in the mirror above the sink, my face is red, my eyes raw and the pillow sodden.

I splash myself with cold water until I look slightly respectable.

Nice, now to the shops...

I wrench open the door and stumble out, the force of my push flnging me forward. The wind has died away and I hurry off towards the river.  If I follow the curves again, I should find my way back to the town centre.

I think.

I hope.

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