Bicycle Girl

Quinn Mason is not a normal girl... Yet she wishes she was. The world can be a cruel and twisted place for a teenager, but is Quinn who she thinks she is when she talks too Tate.

This book includes alot of twists in... things are not what they seem..


9. Nine - High Enough Without The Mary Jane

Quinn's P.O.V

"I love... you." I say one more time before smiling. 

"I love you too." Tate said, he seems almost speechless. "I just didn't think I would ever hear you say that." 

"Well, To be completely honest I never thought I would hear myself say it either." I smile but walk away. I have no idea why I said it? Did I really love him? I mean I never really believed in love, I thought it was just some heartbreaking bullshit. Like a sort of emotion you only felt for an object or pet but never towards another human, someone who could be incredibly different too you or exactly the same. I feel stupid for saying it but then again when do I ever not feel stupid, I bite my lip and sit on the sheets on the floor, I decided too look in the bag that my dad had thrown out the window for me. It had a lot of food and water and of course that money, but right at the bottom was a picture, a picture of a beautiful women, a picture of my mother. I smiled at it before putting it gently back into my bag. I miss home, I even miss my alcoholic abusive father. There was something else in the bag, a small envelope. I open it and reveal a little letter in my fathers handwriting. 

'I'm so sorry for everything I have caused you, I probably made you this way, I made you into a serial killing psychopath. It's all my fault, Don't blame yourself for the people you killed, blame me. If the police catch you. I wish you nothing but my love and my support. I miss you darling, I wish you never did what you did so I could tell it too your face, If your even reading this know that I love you. I love you, your my angel still, your still my baby girl, Your mother would forgive you. If your reading this the police may have shot me, but if not, if you didn't hear a gunshot. Come home somehow or send me a letter letting me know where you are, PLEASE!I beg you if I am still alive come home one day you are still welcome. Love Dad xxx' 

I hold back the tears that were about too roll down my cheeks. I did hear a gunshot my father was probably dead. I accept the fate of my father and pack my bag of everything I need.

"I'm not staying here." I say too Tate, I look too see he is leaning against the wall beside me.

"But it's safe here." He says grabbing my bag too try and stop me. "You think your better off out there where everyone hates you..." 

"What, I just don't understand why they hate me!" I begin too shake. 

"Quinn. I'm not the one who shot those people..." He says softly.

"What.. Of course it was you Tate." She nods her head. 

"No Quinn. It wasn't."

"Well then if it wasn't you.. who was it?"

"It was you Quinn." 

"That's so stupid... I'm not taking the blame." 

"I just convinced you too do it, I never actually pulled the trigger." 

"I never picked up a gun nor have I shot one." 

"You need too accept what you did now Quinn or it's going too haunt you." 

"I will accept what I do when I actually do something!" 

"You killed those kids Quinn."

"Why are you being like this, Why are you trying too taint my mind!"

"Don't you understand Quinn... I'm in your mind." 


"I'm just a figment of your imagination."

-sorry for the short chapter- 


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