I hold back my tears climbing into the back seat, shutting the door behind me. Don't cry Skylar. You'll look weak and that's the last thing we need.
"Hey babe." Taylor looks sorry as he glances back at me.
I almost feel bad for hating him. Almost.
"You know you don't have to come, I heard Prison is a great place. Free bed, Free food, Free clothes, and you get to meet some awesome people." The guy in the driver seat says, and I want to choke him because it's all his fault I'm stuck in this car.
"Just drive Dillon." Taylor turns around and Dillon speeds off, tires screeching.
I shut my eyes, if only this was all a dream and when I wake up, I'm wrapped in Nash's arms.
Where am I? I look around to find Taylor beside me, smiling. "Hey." He whispers.
"Where are we?"
"A friend's cottage, said we could borrow it for awhile." I nod and lay back down, my back facing him.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into this, I just couldn't leave you behind Skylar. I love you." He begins cry but I don't even flinch.
If he loved me so much you should've left me back in town and not dragged me up into the musty cottage to hide from the police which I'm sure they'll find u-
"GUYS! GET UP!" Dillon runs in screaming, red in the face.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"The cops are coming, my so called friend gave us away."
That word, it sounded so wrong.
"Us? You mean you!" I shout back.
"No, babe you see once you run you're with us till we think you're holding us back w-"
"We're never dropping her or I'll turn both of us in." Taylor cuts, wiping his tears away.
"Whatever, I'll just slit her throat in her sleep and then we'll have to drop her." He shrugs and walks out.
He'll slit my throat. He wants me dead. I'm glad I got that nap cause that's probably the last one I'll ever get.
Now we're speeding away from the cottage and I can still hear the sirens in the distance.
"They're still chasing us." Taylor mumbles.
"Not if I drive fast enough." Dillon grumbles.
"They're gonna check the whole area, they'll find us." Taylor replies.
"What happens then?" I blurt.
What does happen?
"We run until you can't anymore, you hear me? You're not gonna give up alright? I don't care if you're tired we're running until we lose those officers.
"Hey doesn't your friend know what car you drive?" Taylor asks and I jolt forward as Dillon hits the brakes.
"Shit. Get out of the car."
I question his words but I get out anyway. He pops the trunk and grabs bags. He hands me one.
Should I take it? What if it's body parts? Do I wanna carry body parts?
"Take it." He shoves the duffle bag into my hands.
Guess I do want to carry body parts.
I sling the bag over my shoulder,
"We go far into the woods and camp there."
I wanna scream no and I wanna drop my bags and run. I just wanna cry because I'm in too deep. I'm just in too deep to save myself. I almost drop my bag when he pulls out a silver object that makes my whole body tense.
"This will get us further." He twirls it his hands.
"Now you can't run either." He points it at me and I wished I had just taken the fall, maybe prison wouldn't be so bad? I mean hey maybe they would've thought I'm crazy and made me do an evaluation and then send me to some hospital or something.
"A gun? Dillon where'd you get that?!" Taylor backs up. I want to follow his actions but Dillon still has the gun pointed at me even though he's not watching me.
"Dad, don't worry he won't even miss it. Let's move."
"No." I turn my head to stare at Taylor.
"You're just making the situation worse. We wouldn't get life because one we're only teens and two we didn't kill him, but carrying a gun and running and having the idea of killing my girlfriend in her sleep and possibly killing an officer, just no. I'm turning myself in."
"Fine, thought we were in this together but I guess not. You going too?" Dillon nods to me.
Of coarse I am! I want to shout to the heavens yes, but I'm paralyzed by that damn gun.
"Yes, she's coming with me. Let's go." Taylor grabs my arm and takes the bag dropping it and dragging me along.
"Thank you so much." I whisper as we walk along the side of the highway.
"Anything to keep you s-" He was cut off with a loud bang as we both dropped to the ground.
I watch as Dillon runs away and I realized he fired the gun. I run my hands over my body, unharmed.
"Skylar, are you okay?" Taylor asks gritting his teeth.
"Yeah just a little shaken up b-" I stop when I see his arm.
Without a second thought I pull off my sweatshirt revealing only my tank top under it, I wrapped it around his wound and ignored his pleas to stop. It wasn't that cold anyway.
"Taylor shut up." I stand up, also helping him up.
"Can you walk?" I ask, he simply nods but I can see the beads of seat and the way even how tanned he is has turned pale.
It's slow steady steps and Taylor staggers very few minutes but we're quiet as I listen to his groans and heavy breathing.
Is now the right time to tell Taylor about Nash and I? I mean he's dying right beside me but if he lives I don't want him to act even more in love with me cause I saved his li-
"Where'd you get that bracelet?" I look down at my wrist to find the bracelet Skylynn had made me.
"Oh, Nash gave it to me." I shrug.
"He made it for you?" He snatches my wrist looking at it closely. Well that hurt.
"No Skylynn did." I yank my wrist back.
Why was he acting all hostile all of a sudden?
"Why were you even at the hospital?" Taylor asks.
"I was visiting Nash." I roll my eyes. Taylor was starting to get on my nerves.
"So you skipped school to be with him and after school to be with him?" He says sounding disgusted with me.
"Why?" He scoffs. I feel anger inside me and if my sweater wasn't covered in blood I'd take it back.
"Taylor remember it's my sweater saving your life right now so I'd be carful with my actions right now." I grit my teeth, he scoffs again.
"ANSWER THE QUESTION SKYLAR!" He screams, I jump.
"Cause I love him!" I blurt without thinking and I instantly regret telling him.
He's silent and I can see that he's fuming, but I couldn't help but notice the red and blue lights up ahead.
There a pang of hope. Maybe I can get home! Back to Nash! I take a step to run off but Taylor grabs my arm, his nails digging into my arm.
Tears prick at my eyes as I fall to my knees.
"Why do you love him? I've been so good to you! I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU!" He screamed.
No, what if he hits me? Is he g-
I scream out as his foot connects with my leg sending pain up and down my leg. I fall onto my side holding my leg. I scream out as his foot connects with my stomach.
I shut my eyes tight as he continues to kick me everywhere. I'm silent as tears stream down my face.
"Hey! HEY!" I hear a man yell.
I want to open my eyes but pain has taken over my body to the point where it hurts to breathe.
"Get the medics over here now!" A man yells and I open my eyes to find brown ones.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"N-no" I stutter as medics run over.
"We're gonna get you on a stretcher okay?" A woman smiles.
I shut my eyes as the pain became worse as I was shifted onto the stretcher.
The road was bumpy and it hurt with every bump.
"It's alright darling we're almost there." She soothes. The medics freeze as a bang echoed. Another one echoes.
Is that Taylor? Did they find Dillon?
"C'mon the truck is right there." They continue and the pain becomes unbearable as I'm placed in the truck.
It's like every breath is worse than the last.
"Just think about something else honey."
Does Nash like honey? I never asked. I don't like honey to be honest. It's kind of gross. Unless it's Honey Nut Cheerios. Mm Honey Nut Cheerios. I could eat some right now. Oh yeah, I'd really like that.
"How's your breathing?" A man asks.
"Every breath is worse than the last." I croak.
I hear them whispering. I know it's about me. Everyone seems to whisper about me but yet I'm still not popular. I don't get it. Well maybe it's because it's always these dumb rumors like my mom left my dad. I don't even live with my mom or my dad. They were killed in a drunk driving accident.
"We're gonna give you a relaxant, you will fall asleep in a few minutes okay?" They say.
"Mm." I can't really distinct the pain of the needle and the pain from the beatings so I just shut my eyes tight.
I wonder if my parents would've liked Nash. I mean I love him so my mom would love him. My dad maybe not so much. He'd probably give Nash the hardest time at dinner. My sister, she'd laugh and tell Dad to go easy on him, he's only a teenager. My older brother who's off at University, I don't know what he'd do. He'd be the sensible one. He'd ask all the right questions and be the most relaxed at the table trying to make Nash comfortable himself.
I miss my family, a lot.