Chapter 2
After riding trough the small town for seven minutes, I finally arrived at my destination. I got of my bike after parking it, and walked in the building. Funny, it looks like your typical police station. Lots of dark wood and steel. The first thing I noticed though, was the desk in the middle of the room.
I walked towards it to ask for the sheriff, but I didn't get far. I suddenly felt a big hand on my shoulder. I wanted to grab the hand, break the hand and flip the body over my shoulder onto the ground. Instead, I took a deep breath, plastered a smile on my face and turned around.
The first thing I saw was a chin. I looked up and saw the sheriff looking down at me, smiling. "Calypso Martin. Or, Deputy Martin as I'll call you from now on." He said, still smiling.
I nodded at him. "It's been a long time Sheriff." I told him. "I remember the last time was when you brought me home after I got lost in the woods." I told him grinning. He nodded, re-living the moment.
"Let me give you a tour around the station, then you can go home and come back tomorrow for the real thing." He told me smiling. I nodded and the tour began.
After and hour of walking around and him showing me everything, we were back at the beginning. "Okay deputy, now that you've seen everything you can go home. Tomorrow be here at seven, I'll see you then Martin." He told me and gave me a handshake, I shook it and nodded. "I'll be here."
I walked out of the station, got back on my bike and drove back home. I parked my bike on the driveway and got of, and looked around. It's still light outside, I'll go for a run. I got back inside the house, said hello to mom and got upstairs.
I heard noise coming from my sisters' room; it reminded me that I've been the worst sister ever. I knocked on the door and got inside. Lydia sat on her bed with… what's her name? They were doing some homework.
"Hey Lyds, I'm going for a run. When I get back we girls should do something fun." I told the smiling. Bothe girls nodded and smiled. I grinned and closed the door behind me and went to my room.
I was reminded of my lack of clothes when I opened the closet door and saw barely anything inside. Ellona is bringing my clothes tomorrow, but I don't know when she arrives here. I decided I'll go for a run in the clothes I'll find in here, and then I'll call Ellona and after that have some fun time with Lydia and her friend.
I took the little clothes left in the closet and threw them on the king sized bed. I sighed; most of it is too small. I grabbed my old sport shorts, they're blue. I then grabbed a loose fitting grey shirt. I held it against my chest, it's to small. So now it looks more like a crop top then t-shirt. I looked at my feet, white sneakers. That'll have to do.
I changed into the clothes and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. I look fine; these clothes are kind of perfect for running. I quickly re-did my ponytail and walked out again. I then walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Mom was reading dome kind of magazine.
"I'm going for a run real quick." I told her and took another big gulp of water. Mom nodded, not taking her eyes of the article she's reading, something about the best way to loose weight. "I might be gone when you get back, work." She mumbled, still reading the article.
I put the glass in the dishwasher, gave mom a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out of the door. I looked around when I got outside, watching out for cars. When I saw none, I crossed the street and started running towards the woods.
In the army we had to run a lot. Day after day and every time just a little bit further to build a better stamina. You did this so long that after a while you could run for two hours straight without slowing down or getting tired.
Deep in thought I ran deep in the woods. In the police station I saw a warning flyer about staying out of the woods at night. I'm such a good role model for young children; I rolled my eyes at myself.
I decided I didn't want to die because of some mountain lion that runs wild around here when I survived a war, so I decided to go back home. I started running towards the road until I heard someone breathing behind me.
I ran faster away from the noise, not once looking behind me. I repeated the mantra I've created in the army over and over again. "Emotions off, focus on and keep breathing." I kept running, not letting fear go to my head and slow me down. I kept running and focused on not falling over some root and to keep breathing.
In no time I was back on the street. The sun started setting and there were no cars driving by. I took one last deep breath and started running back to the house again, trying not too think about the fact there was someone else in the woods that could easily follow me to my house.
