Callie's POV

I walk home alone today from school. I feel like I need to talk things through with myself. I told Mariana that I had some errands to run in town, so i went and sat on a park bench and thought. Just thought. For at least an hour or two. I think about the fact that probably at least six more social workers will show up at the door within the next few weeks, and I will be taken to a home, fed some, gross crap, and locked up for the night. I hate this! Why can't I just have one decent home with no problem? This isn't how a teenage girl is supposed to live!

At one point within a thought, I realize I am sitting at a random bus stop bench, and a man has just sat down beside me. I probably had thought it over enough. I stand up and slowly walk away.

i head back toward home, the usual route I take from school. As I am walking down the main road that everyone walks from school, I see some people that I'd rather not associate with, and see they are passing around cigarettes. I hurry up and turn down a short alleyway and cut around the people. There is a crack between a fence post and a tree, just enough to see the people. That's when I see... Mariana is in the group. That wouldn't be bad enough except for this.. She was smoking too. And they didn't look like your ordinary everyday cigarettes.

I turn around to make sure there is no one behind me and I see a pickup truck with tinted windows slowly pulling down the alley. I move over so the pickup can fit through, and just when it is about to pass, it stops. Right beside me. I don't panic. I keep walking, and keep my head down, ignoring everything. The truck keeps going beside me, right along with my pace. As we get about halfway down the actual alley, they start to roll their window down.

"Hey sweet cheeks!" I hear come from the window six feet from my head. i pick up my pace, and hopefully escape from this point where I feel like I am going to be kidnapped and taken away forever! "I've been waiting to see you! I now have my chance! Didn't you miss me?" thats the moment when I realize i know who it is. The same voice that has haunted me since that night, and last year at school!

"Liam?!" I say hesitantly. I feel like running. Just running anywhere. Running as fast as I can, but that would probably make it worse. Any truck can outrun a person. I'd be run over, or at least chased down until I can't run anymore, then either attacked or kidnapped! Why does he insist on doing this to me?! Just why?!

I stop and I turn around, getting my bearings straight, trying to understand where I actually am! turn toward the truck and just stand there! I am so brave in this moment. I have to be. My adrenaline is pumping, I can feel it. Within the few seconds that the window is rolling down, my heart stops. Completely stops. No blood flow. Nothing. I feel like I am helpless. I should scream. Scream as loud as I can back at the group of people I was trying to avoid, which got me into this predicament in the first place. that's when I get e idea. I should run backward. He wouldn't be able to back up as fast because he already shut the truck off. I could run to the group and have them crackheads help me out.

"What do you want from me?!" I ask, looking at the door of the pickup. I don't want to make eye contact with this demon of a person. It would make me so vulnerable to him and his creepy ways I know from past experience. I know it's Liam. I know his voice, and know his ways. When I lived with him a couple years back, he would stalk me around town, getting to know my weaknesses so he could attack with me being extremely vulnerable. More then I am now. I am not showing my weakness right now. I am showing I am strong. Stronger then I have every been.

He shuts the truck off. My heart skips a beat. I look down and say a prayer. I hear the door to he truck click open and I want to run. I hear his feet on the thick gravel beneath him. I try to run, but I fall. The world is spinning around me and I know. I just know. Something bad is about to happen