February 24 2009.
My hair was long. Longer then I'd ever had it. It reached my shoulder blades. It was grease and dirty. It clung to my neck and forehead as I ran. The shirt that I had worn since I arrived there, was filthy. It too was stuck to my form. My pants were torn at the bottoms and even more filthy then my shirt. I had no shoes. My feet pounded against the sidewalk. Each step, cement would dig into my skin and nip at it. I could hardly breath. My lungs filled and I rushed to empty then again. I ended up gasping.
I didn't know where I was. Nothing looked familiar. I wondered if I was still in Virginia. I knew I was far enough from that house to stop running but, I couldn't. I had to get further away. I had to escape. I ran by a small shopping center. I slowed my pace. I turned around and ran back to the a plaza.
I slowed to a walk. I took deep breaths and held each one for a few seconds. Once my breathing had calmed down I wondered into the plaza. There was no one there. I was around four or five in the morning. I walked until I saw what I wanted. A phone. The blue and white phone booth was on the other end of the center. I ran to it.
I skidded to a stop in front of the phone. I softly picked it up and pressed the zero. When the operator answered I could barely whisper out the number. I hoped she understood me. I waited as the phone rang, and rang.
I had almost gave up when no one answered on the fourth ring. I jumped when the phone was answered.
"Spencer!?" It was Gideon.
"G-Gideon." I choked out, thanking what ever God had helped me.
"Spencer where are you?" He almost yelled at me. I pulled then pone back a bit, unsure of why he was mad.
"I'm sorry." I tell him even though I not sure why.
"Spencer..." Gideon stops and I hear him take a breath. "Are you okay?" He says in the voice I remembered.
"I think." I tell him softly. "I'm..." I trailed off not sure of what I was.
"Spencer, Garcia is tracing the call, so all you have to do is stay on the line okay?" Jason tells me. I nod not even think that he can't see me. I lean up against the booth. I take more deep breaths . I hear mumbling on the other end, it's soothing. I close my eyes for a moment.
"Spencer?" It was Gideon voice again.
"Yeah." I answer slowly.
"We found you were on our way okay." He says I can hear him smiling.
"K." I say drifting into sleep.
"SPENCER!"
That wasn't Gideon. I jerk my head up and I see him. I slid down to the ground leaving the phone dangling.
"No, no, no,no, please. I'm sorry, I won't, I won't!" I scream at the man. I hear voices on the phone shout in concern. The man reaches out for me and I only whimper. He pulls me up and drags me to his car, the one I see leave every day.