I stayed in the forest, between the Prison and the city, for five days. My water was running low, but at least it had been raining most of the five days. I was soaked to the skin, freezing. But I wasn't giving up. I had risked too much in order to get out. Too much to give up now.
When I got to the city I had no idea what to do. So I walked down the busied streets looking for a hotel. I finally found one after a good two or three hours.
"Hi." I said to the woman at the desk. "Do you have any rooms available?"
"Yes," she sneered as if she was too good to be talking to a teenager. "How long do plan on staying," it wasn't a question it was a threat.
"Three days." I snapped back. "That's when my dad will be picking me up." It was a lie. But she didn't have to know that.
She made a 'Humph' noise then she waved a man over. She handed him a key. "Take the girl to room 34." She commanded. He nodded and motioned for me to follow.
He didn't talk except to tell me that this is my room and room service comes at ten. After the man leaves I took in the room. It was an average size room, with a bed in one corner and a dresser next to it. There was a couch with a TV sitting in front of it. There was a small kitchen with a small refrigerator. I pulled all of the blankets off of the bed and threw them into the corner opposite to the bed. I can't sleep on a bed I never have and I never will.
Once I was happy with my "bed" I left the hotel, looking for a store. I walked in to one that looked promising. It was one of those places where teens go to get clothes that look in style. I really didn't care whether or not I was in style, as long as I blended in.
I was in and out in a matter of minutes, fifteen at the most. I walked out wearing a black pair of those skinny jeans, a black v-neck shirt, a leather jacket, also black, and finally a pair of black running shoes, (one of those brand name ones, All-Stars or something or other). I figured black would be easier to blend in with. I start towards a hair-dressing place just down the street.
Now what to do with my hair? My red mane. Long and mostly unkept, covering my right eye, and ending somewhere near my hip line. It would point me out like a flag. A very red one. Yet, I was reluctant to do anything to it. I finally settled on cutting it and getting darker tones popped in. It ended up looking quite nice. Red, yet black at the same time, my hair came to a stop around my shoulders, layered and very light. It still swept across my eye, but more styled, not wild.
I made a bee-line to one of the fast food restaurants. While I was standing in line I saw him. Around my age, dirty blond hair floating just over his eyebrows. His blue eyes followed me. His position was relaxed, but also, tense. Black shirt, dark jeans. But worse than his attractive domineer, I knew him.
From the Prison, I've seen him once or twice. Is he after me? Why is he here?
He started over to me. I quickly looked away, deciding to run or order the meal, I had already planned out in my head. It was a very public place, buzzing with people.
"Hi," the voice is low, and nice.
Crap. I turn, slightly, "Hi." It came out stiff.
He grinned, flashing perfect teeth, "Fancy meeting you here, Scarlett."
"You too, Ash." His real name is Ashton Berrenings. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm rather hungry." I brushed past him and ordered my meal. But before I could pay, Ashton paid for me.
"Come, sit with me," Ash smiled, grabbing my tray and heading to a table in the far back. Annoyed, I followed. Once I was seated he said, "Nice hair."
I fingered my hair, then frowned at him, "Why are you here?"
He sighed, "Always straight to the point. All right." He leaned forward, "They sent me."
Scarlett
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