Together in the world - Brittany Richards (novel books to read TXT) 📗

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It was still dark when I woke up.
I sat up and noticed that Jake was not in the bed. I got up and walked outside of the room and called out, "Jake ?" he didn’t answer so I did it again, but yet again there was no answer.
I found him on the couch.
"Hey, there you are! Why didn’t you answer me when I called?" I asked, walking around to the front of the couch. Something didn't seem right, I just had this feeling.
"Jake ! Oh my god!" I screamed.
It looked like a war had gone through the room. Blood was everywhere! Suddenly I felt like I was gripping something, so I looked down to see what it was. I was holding a knife. Both my hands and clothes were drenched in blood. I dropped the knife and looked back up at Jake who was as pale as a ghost. By now I was screaming my head off.
Jake had one big gash along his neck which was gushing blood. I screamed even louder and ran over to where Jake was. I didn't want to leave him. How could anyone do this? To him? To me? That’s when I remembered the blood all over me and the knife that was in my hand. It was me! I had done it!
Tears began to well up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
I sat up quickly in the bed. 'It was just a dream!' I kept telling myself.
I must have been crying, for when I went to wipe my face it was wet.
Looking over at Jake , who was now holding me, I assured myself that he was still alive.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked me.
At the time I really didn’t want to tell him, I didn’t know what he would say, or do for a matter of fact. Though I learned it was always good to tell someone. So I decided to.
“It was horrible!” I sniffled.
“Tell me about it,” said Jake.
I explained the nightmare to him. Jake didn’t reply he just held me tighter and I let him.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked me.
He sat with me, trying to comfort me, for the next couple of hours.
Suddenly he turned to me after a long time of silence, "You should probably get some sleep now."
I didn't really reply. I just nodded my head and closed my eyes.
~Chapter 7~

“So, now what shall we do?” he asked me, “We got away, but now what? What are we going to do with our lives?”
“I don’t know. I’m just going with life,” I answered.
He held me tight in his arms as we danced to music from the radio. I had pretty much blocked the music out. I stared into Jake’s dark blue eyes. And he stared into back into my blue ones. We danced in silence for awhile, taking in the moment. I realized that if we were caught and had to go back, we would never have another moment like this. I wanted to cherish every moment with him. I loved him and I could never lose him. When I decided he would come, there were two things I looked at. One was the fact that I could be with him for the rest of my life, but the other was that I could lose him forever if this went wrong. It was a chance I was willing to take though.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked me as we swayed with the music.
I stopped and looked back up at him. I had apparently looking at the ground. “Stuff,” I replied.
“Like?” asked Jake.
“About me, about you, about us, about what would happen if this plan went terribly wrong, and about how I could lose you forever if it did.” I looked deeply into his eyes. “I don’t think this was a good idea. I don’t want to lose you.”
HE didn’t say anything at first. He just smiled a little and hugged me. He held me tight and I hugged him back. Without letting go he said, “I think this was a wonderful idea. I couldn’t afford to lose you either. I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t think I could live with myself. Look at it this way though; you get to be together without anyone else. Without anyone else bugging us or keeping us apart.”
“True,” I said. He bent down and kissed my forehead. I smiled at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said.
I grabbed his hand and walked off the porch and onto the grass. I carefully sat down, never letting go of his hand. Jake sat next to me and I laid my head upon his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist. We sat there in complete silence, looking towards the sunset.
It was beautiful. The oranges and reds lit up the sky. It was almost like the sky was on fire.
I fell asleep after awhile.
I woke up to a knock at the door. Jake had must have carried me back inside.
"I'll get it," said Jake.
I nodded and fell back asleep. Suddenly Jake came running back into the room in a panic. I shot upright.
"Police!" he said.
I jumped out of bed and started packing my stuff up. There was another knock at the door but we ignored it.
"Take the back door and get out of here," he said after I was done packing.
I looked at him, "What about you?" I asked him.
He took a hold of my arm and pulled me close to him. "I'm sorry." He leaned down to kiss me.
"But-" I started but he cut me off.
"Go!" Jake yelled.
There was another knock at the door, but this one louder and with more force.
"Police, open up!" someone yelled.
"Go!" Jake yelled again and I did.
Running to the back door, I dragged my suitcase behind me. Tears started to run from my eyes. 'How could I be doing this? I have to go back, but I can't, I can’t be taken home.' I thought to myself.
I looked down at the cell phone that I had forgotten that I had. I had taken it from my mom before I left.
'Fuck!' Suddenly I thought about it, 'there's probably a gps in this!' I couldn't throw it out, but they could track me if I didn't. I thought about it for awhile and I suddenly realized I could get a pay-on-the-go phone.
I took the cell phone and chucked it into the water, I started running again.

~Chapter 8~

I stood outside of the hotel for what felt like hours. I didn't exactly know what to do. Should I go back or should I go forward? I studied the hotel sign for awhile. I noticed the big, chunky letters that were in bright colors. It was light up, but the large 'e' must have burnt out. The sign now read 'hotl'. I laughed to myself before I decided to go inside. A light raindrop hit my head as I walked towards the door. I walked faster.
The inside wasn't very big but was fancy, or what was a tried fancy. A large red carpet covered the floor and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. I walked towards the lady at the front counter. She wasn't very tall compared to the desk. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back in return.
"One," I said.
She looked back down at her computer without saying a word. I thought she didn’t hear me so I went to say it again. I caught myself though, for right as I was going to repeat myself she looked back up and asked me my name.
After a few minutes of questions and answers, she handed me the key and pointed to the left. Most likely the direction of my room.
I started in the direction that the lady at the front desk had pointed and stopped only when I came to the room. I quickly made sure that the door and the key read the same number before unlocking the door and taking a step in. I closed the door behind me and took a quick look around.
The room was sort of like the one that Jake and I had-. My thoughts were cut off but others.
Jake. I wonder where he is. What happened to him? Did they take him home? I don't know and I really didn't want to think about it.
Strolling over to the bed, I threw my stuff onto the floor and then threw myself face first onto the bed. Slowly I turned myself onto my back and sat up. I crawled up into ball and rested my forehead on my knees. I wondered about things. I noticed that since I had left home I've been questioning almost everything. Friends, family, life. I had no idea if I could do this by myself. Should I just go home or should I keep going? I can't stay in this hotel forever.
I walked into the small bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, not even bothering to turn on the light. I looked like a mess. My hair was sticking out in every direction and my makeup was running halfway down my face.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Who could it be? I jumped at the sound of it, for I wasn't really expecting anyone.
"Who is it?" I called slowly walking towards the door.
"It's me!" they replied. The voice sounded familiar but I just couldn't put a face to it. "Just open up!" they continued. That's when I recognized it.
I ran towards the door, almost stumbling over my clothes that were dumped on the floor. I grabbed the door handle and turned it. I threw open the door and jumped towards the figure standing at my door. I grabbed onto him and hugged him. He fell back a few steps.
"Well you seem happy to see me!" he said.
I