Life as a runaway in the
Eyes of the enemy
1. Mysterious Murder
He was out buying food somewhere; I was sitting in a chair nervous. I stared down the open door in front of me, but being chained to a chair doesn't help me to get to that door. All I wanted was to climb out of that window in to the world, the world I haven't seen in years, five years.
My gut kept rolling back a forth back and forth, I needed to get out of here. I wiggled around, ha I said to myself. I felt the chain coming undone, one hand was loose. I brought it up to my face, there was a red ring around my wrist from the chain, and it really stung. I got my other hand undone, I just needed to get my legs free now, Nate had tied the chain around my thighs also. I worked with the chain till it popped open. I got out of the chair and wobbled a little from sitting so long, I was starving and I wasn't getting out of this town without food, so I dug around the house searching for money. It was quiet and damp and it smelled like mold, it was dark too. I turned on the television and put on the news.
"………And tonight we have a developing story, a woman and her two sons are murdered. We don't have any further information, then it happened in central London…….." The news anchor said. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a junk drawer there was a bundle of money in a rubber band. I counted it, one, two, three thousand dollars, I slipped it into my pocket. My heart was racing, all I could think about was what if Nate were to pull in the driveway this very minute. That made me hurry, I took one of his big winter coats and found ten bucks in the pocket.
"…………….Thank you for sharing your night with us, from all of us at BBC news have a goodnight!" the news anchor said cheerfully. I turned off the television and headed for the door when I heard the car pull in the driveway, my fluttering heart stopped and continued as if it were fighting something difficult. I suddenly felt sick and scared and then I didn't feel, I was numb as a stick.
"Never shopping there again…." Nate mumbled to himself. I sprinted to the back door, he was walking up the front porch when I jumped and grabbed the key from the ledge above the door. I smashed it into the lock and turned the key, but I was to late then as suspected my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.