hey guys sorry about taking so long my bata reader stopped answering me and so the chapters are kicking my ass having dyslexia and trying to write this with no beta is very hard because I can read it over and know something's wrong but I can't recognize what's wrong (.ᴗ.)

and for a while there I didn't really have a way to post chapters cuz we couldn't pay our electricity bill or the phone bill for a hot minute but things are better and I'm going to try to stay consistent and I will most likely fail (ヘ;)

Chapter 3: The Good Samaritan And The Sheriff

After walking for hours Jamie had finally gotten tired and decided to sit up against a tree, that was near the road to catch a breather. She was tired, thirsty and exhausted as well. Jamie leaned her head back against the tree closing her eyes for a moment. Just enjoying the quiet, till that quiet was shattered with the sound of an engine.

I snapped my eyes open and sat forward-looking towards the road. There in the opposite direction, that I have been walking since I found the road was the source of the noise. As the old beat up truck slowed to a stop across from me on the road.

An older man leaned out the window towards me "hey kiddo what are you doing out here alone?...are you hurt?" I looked up at him, not saying a word because honestly, he looks hella familiar? He had blonde almost graying hair at the edges and kind blue eyes.

Thinking quickly with my appearance as an eight to seven-year-old kid, I wouldn't be able to just walk away by myself. The most likely thing to happen is social services are going to be called into this. So I need to act quick, pulling out my Slytherin cards for right now. I need to stay silent and huddle in on myself, murmuring, and keeping my eyes averted like a scared and shy kid would be my best friends right now.

When I heard his door open, I curled in on myself and I stayed quiet to let him think I'm afraid. It'll be easier getting sympathy and getting my way. if I act the way I used to as a kid to pacify my dad when he was angry when he was still with me and my mom.

I could hear the man's footsteps on wet leaves and sticks, heading towards me. Continuing to call me kiddo and trying to get me to look back up at him. I could feel him crouched a few steps away from me and the weirdest thing is? I could smell him. 'What the fuck?' He smelled like sweat, sawdust, and the woods and underneath all of that, was a sweet scent. It smelled like my mom's homemade bread and home. I don't know what the hell that smell is but it made my mouth watering in hunger and my stomach seemed to agree that it indeed was hungry.

I hear the man give a soft chuckle "hey kiddo I can hear that you're hungry" I can hear the laughter in his voice "I know a diner that's not far from here they serve up a mean breakfast" a pause "what do you say I even call my friend Charlie? He's the chief of police here, he'll make sure nothing is gonna hurt you, so what ya say kiddo?"

'...Charlie as in Charlie Swan?… Fuck Bella's dad!'

Slowly I raised my head to look at him through my curls.

My stomach growls one more time and I ask in a voice that, I just now realized it sounded childish to my thoughts.

"A chief?... That means he's in charge like Woody a sheriff?"

He smiles widely at me "yep just like Woody and the best part is Charlie's probably not far from here so what do you say kiddo?"

I slowly uncurled from my little tucked ball looking up at him. My curls mostly excuring my face "Okay" The soft young voice that came out of my throat answered. He held out his hand to me still smiling softly, his eyes looking kind. My small hand reached out into his. He helped me up and guided me to his truck, as he was helping me into the truck. I noticed how my normally caramel tone skin had a slight ashy tone to it against his pale hands. He buckled me in and then got back into the front seat starting the ignition and going forward down the road. He tells me in a firm and serious voice "listen up kiddo I'm a nice guy but don't just go with anybody the next time they say to come with them all right?" I nod my head curls moving around my face "okay" "all right then" he says glancing at me "my name's Gregory Newton but you can call me Greg. So kiddo how about you? what's your name?"

'Gregory Newton...Newton?'

'Newton, don't I know this name?'

"Jamie," I say softly

"Well that's a pretty name," he tells me with a smile

It's not long until we're at the diner and I'm sitting at a booth as Greg goes to make that call to Charlie after asking Cora the waitress to keep an eye on me and to let me order whatever I want

I sat in the booth with my legs folded underneath me so that I could see the menu better not entirely sure how my body would react to anything after my mind clicking with realization earlier in the drive over here.

That the smell that made me so hungry was Greg's blood which brought me to the realization that I just might not be entirely fucking human which shit might just end up in disaster.

After glancing over the menu I asked for a small hot chocolate and two pieces of toast not sure how they'll react to me asking for coffee.

Cora, if I remember right? Smiles at me and gives me a wink "Sure hun! I'll get that right out for you" and she starts to leave just as Greg returns. He tells her he'll get his usual and comes to sit across from me "oh boy Jamie we're in luck Charlie's not that far and he'll be arriving soon any minute now " he smiles at me and I nod my head playing with my hands acting shy.

'geez I could win a Grammy with how good of an actor I am right now'

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