After a miserable night of wandering along the street hopelessly it feels like a blessing from god to be sitting her in this dainty diner still disgusting. Hey at least Cato got a shirt and I have shoes now. We still look like we just came from a war though. People stare at us; we will have to hurry up. I am growing accustomed to all of this. It barely affects me anymore. It makes me worry what is becoming of me.

It took us a while to reach a gas station, no one passed by for us to catch a ride from and even if they did I doubt they would top for too scruffy looking teenagers especially when one of them is bloody. People can be selfish. When we found a gas station the bathroom was luckily outside and we used it to clean up, sure it was gross but I have never been too snotty. Not like I was ever use to luxury anyway.

So after that since Cato was the one who looked much more suspicious he gave me his wallet and sent me in to the gas station to buy him some long sleeved tacky shirt with a stupid logo, water, some simple medical stuff the place had (which wasn't much), flip flops, and a bag of chips. When I bought the stuff the guy behind the register looked at me like I was crazy but didn't do much. I guess it is a bit strange that a teenage girl is buying a man's shirt and medical supplies.

Once we looked much more presentable I managed to calm myself down a bit but that didn't change that fact of how deep of a mess we have gotten ourselves in. Then again once we were able to clean up we did manage to get a ride from a truck driver.

Dirty gas station bathrooms? Totally fine.

Buying a bunch of random things barefoot sat a gas station? Fine also.

Going days without showering? Not something I like but that isn't the worse thing.

Hitchhiking is not fun, it was a truck driver and I wasn't too worried because I knew Cato could fight him off but he was creepy. Still he was nice enough to bring us to the closest town. So here we sit now spending this last amount of cash Cato has with him. He has a credit card but if he uses it then they will track us down. We can't afford that.

I let out a sigh and look up from my eggs. "What do we do now?" I ask hating not knowing what we are even going to do after we finishing our meals.

"You so badly wanted to see your sister before, now is your chance." He says and my glum mood is automatically lightened up. Cato manages the tiniest smile at that. "Her and your mother are being protected by a colleague of mine." He adds.

"Where are they? How do we get to them?" I ask firing away with questions before Cato raises her eyebrows at me and I sink back into the cushioned seat.

"They aren't too far away and we are taking a train there. I think we have enough money left for that." He says.

"I thought after this we were out?" I ask and look around slightly worried about being overheard but there isn't anyone near us. We asked for a booth furthest away from anyone else.

He smirks. "I keep emergency money at the bottom of my shoes."

I sigh and shake my head. "Lovely."

"Yeah well it is going to get us to your mom and sister so I wouldn't complain."

"What happened to keeping us separate. And why don't you just call the people who assigned you to me?" I ask having trouble keeping back all the millions of questions I want to ask.

"Well that plan hasn't gone too well so… and I am pretty sure they still think I am a traitor. I will need to work my way back up but this guy is real nice he will understand." Cato says referring to the person protecting my sister and mother. I nod, I somehow understand what he is saying maybe even more than he does. He could just hand me over to the CIA and they can protect me but that means he will be fired and considered a traitor. I don't want that, we will need a plan to get him out of trouble. I know that is ridiculous knowing he was the one that turned me in but I have grown close to the arrogant idiot whither I like it or not.

The waitress comes to collect our now finished plates smiling at us brightly. "Do you two lovebirds want me to get your check?" She asks and my cheeks flash a bright red. Why do people always do that? What if I was his brother?

The waitress sees my embarrassment and seems ready to correct herself when Cato interrupts. "The check would be nice." He says and she nods hurrying away. "Not like we will ever see her again." He tells me and I nod before laughing.

"What a mess we are in." I say to change the subject.

"There are still people out to kill you and you are laughing?" He asks me.

I shrug, "I need to laugh or I will be crying at all of this and I don't want to cry."

"That is what I like about you, you are just so positive."

"Some people call it being naïve." I say back.

He shrugs, "I like it."

"Besides at least you can be realistic." I say. "That is what I like about you."

"But I would fail in a time where I needed to believe in myself because I would never manage to give myself enough strength."

"And in a situation where it is best to stand down I would fail. We just need an in between. That is why we are an awesome team, because we even each other out." I say with a smile, he has gone through so much to protect me and help me escape from that place. I have to trust him, I have no choice. That doesn't mean I am still just so use to being saved all the time. I guess maybe knowing I can be there to brighten a situation makes me feel worth something. Not just some princess waiting for her knight to save her.

"I guess we do."

Hey everyone I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while and yes this chapter is short but I sort of like the nature of it :) So a few words, I will be updating more often now.

Two I started another Prato story called Burn Bright if you guys are interested.

And yeah I know I haven't been good with updating but you all are so awesome with reviewing I need to continue because of the support you all give, so thank you so much everyone for support!