Heeey all nice readers. I know I have been kind of insivible on this site all month but I wouldn't let you down on this story...even if it means I have more NaNo stuff to do tomorrow, lol. Anyway you are probably here to read and not listen to me ramble here here it is...chapter 9, Paige's POV by me - emelie172...enjoy!
9. On the run
Being alone, on your own is something we all stride for growing up. No one there to tell you to clean your room or pick up your clothes from the floor…but when no one tells you what to do…how do you know what the right thing is? You don't that's for sure…so you just have to do the best with what you have…
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"She rated us out!" Kyle directed his anger at me as we stayed hidden in the empty alley.
"How do you know it was even her?" I asked. "It could have been someone else."
"Who else knew?" Kyle asked and turned around, slamming his fist into the cardboard box that peeked out from the dumpster beside him. His hand went straight through it making a noise that made a rat run out from its hiding and pass my feet but less then an inch.
"God Kyle" I jumped back and sent him an evil look. "You're such a jerk sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Henry muttered as he came out from the street with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Shut up Mitchell" Kyle glared at him. "We need to move" he added and headed out towards the street again.
"How are we even getting there?" I asked and hurried after him but Henry caught my arm before I got out to the street.
"We can't do this, we don't even know where it is we're going."
"Actually I know I place we can hide out" I said after a few seconds of thinking, it's a long walk though."
"How about the bus?" Henry asked as the bus stopped just a few meters from us.
I looked at the bus and then over at the street, it was as if everyone was looking at us. Like they knew…that's when I spotted the police man standing across the street.
"Great idea" I signalled for Kyle and then we ran.
We hurried onto the bus and placed the few coins we had at the driver who after minutes of counting showed for us to sit down.
We sat down at the big seat in the back and watched out as the police man scanned the street. For one split second my eyes met his, he did a double take and hurried over the street but the bus started to drive before he made it.
"That was close" Kyle breathed.
"Too close" Henry added and then looked over at me. "So where is this hiding place of yours?"
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The street lay empty as we jumped off the bus. The houses surrounding us all seemed to be sleeping in the early morning sunlight.
"Where are we, wisteria lane?" Kyle asked sarcastically as he looked around.
"This is where the rich people live" Henry answered as he looked around the street.
"No, they are not rich" I said as I led the way down the street. "Just not poor."
"Right?" Kyle replied.
I guess I never really thought about how they both had been raise in that orphanage; they never had a family looking out for them, no one to love them…
"Here" I said and cut into the right and followed the wooden fence down exactly 16 bars.
I pushed bar number 17 and 18 to the side and stepped through, holding it up for the guys to follow. I then headed straight for the big tree and up the rope latter which hung in its original place.
"This is your smart hiding place?" Kyle asked once he finally managed to get up and sat down next to me and Henry inside the small house.
"Well I can't exactly go knock on the door, now can I?" I asked and moved over to the door of the tree house.
I let my hands go over the floor until my fingers grasped the small stones. I leaned out and threw some stones at the nearest window, careful not to break it…one time is okay but not two – especially when you are a runway.
After a few more stones the window opened up and a head with sleep-messy hair looked out. His eyes focused on me and became wide opened.
"Paige?"
"Shhh" I whispered and looked around to make sure no one heard us. "Can you come here?"
"Sure" he closed the window and I sat back down in the house again.
"And that rich boy is…?" Kyle asked.
"His name is Glen, he's like my oldest friend" I answered and let the cold sarcasm pass me by. "He can help us."
"Right" Kyle turned and started to look out the window at his side where a small red bird was singing.
"What are you doing here?" Glen's head stuck up in the doorway. "I heard you ran away."
"We did" I said. "We need to find my father."
"Sam?" Glen asked confused as he sat down next to me. "But what about your sisters?"
"Who cares about them?" I snapped back and he actually looked shocked about that.
"Paige, what's going on here?"
"Prue never cared to get me okay?" I said. "Piper was all nice and that until I ended up at the orphanage then she never cared. Don't even know where Phoebe is."
"I'm sure they care" Glen said. "No I know they do."
"Yeah when did you hear from them?" I asked and eyed him closely.
"Well I didn't" he confessed just as a car drove into their drive way.
"Who is it?" Henry asked and leaned over to see. "Oh shit…it's the cops."
"Shit" Kyle rose so fast he slammed his head at the roof of the small house.
"GLEN!" I heard his mother call and he spun around.
"I need to go" he said. "Stay here!" he added and hurried down the rope latter.
"Right" Kyle muttered. "We need to get out."
"I know" I sighed. I knew it was the right thing to do but I would miss him.
"Here" Kyle jumped out of the window and showed for me and Henry to follow.
I looked back at the tree house for a second and couldn't help but feel tears in my eyes – I could see me and Glen here as kids, as friends…as best friends.
"Come on Paige" Henry held out his hand through the window and I took it…
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We were once again running but for the first time in ages we had a goal. I led them into the street I knew by heart. I knew it was the most dangerous place to go to but I knew no other way.
"In here" I slid into the stairs and ran up to the big front door. The front door that of course was locked.
"Where are we?" Henry asked and looked at the house.
"This is my house" I answered before I started to go around the house.
There at the back I couldn't help but smile…you could always count on Phoebe.
"And there is our way in" I said and looked up at the half open window that once had belonged to my sister.
"How…?" Kyle began but I had already started to climb the tree and soon they followed.
My feet touched the dusty floor inside and I moved around the room. The empty room that looked so different. No clothes everywhere, no CD blasting on ear injury level.
I continued out in the hallway and up the second set of stairs with Henry and Kyle behind me.
"Where can we hide out?" Kyle asked, just then I heard noises downstairs. Probably just some rats or something but it did make me all tense.
"There is something I need to check, you can go down the hall and to my old room" I said and continued up. "I'll be just a minute."
"Okay" they guys headed down the hallway wile I reached the door to the attic.
The door was open and I walked inside. I knew the book was with Prue and all the spells and everything as well, and I think Phoebe had some of it as well. It was just that I knew no other way.
I walked over to the middle of the room where the pedestal for the book stood and let my hands go over the thick layer of dust that had come since last time.
"Are you there?" I whispered out into the empty room. "Mum…grams? I need you now…" with that tears wallowed up in my eyes and I looked around the room…but there was no sign of anyone hearing me…
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Most often you realize that you were wrong and you come running back to your parents for support and guidance. They smile and say I knew you would come back…but what do you do when you don't get an answer even if you ask…?
