Hello there lovelies. I know it's been a while but i have been in out of my home town on work business and trying to take with you an external hard rive with stories on is very difficult.
Anyway this chapter is pretty short but it is just a set up chapter. I hope you enjoy it all the same
Nessa
xoxox
Chapter 4: No where is safe here
"We need to leave." Austin's face is one of pure resolve but at first I am still reluctant to trust his faith.
"Austin she could easily follow us, why don't we just get the police involved." I beg him, I didn't want to leave my home yet.
"Ally, it isn't safe here." He holds up something and in the dim light of the lamp he turned on I could see it was the photo of our first CD signing, us beaming at the camera. Or rather Austin was, my face was a gauged out mess. Someone had slashed my face out of the photo. I gasped and looked around the room the inspect our pther photos, finding them in much the same state. Austin dropped the photo and rushed to our bedroom, bringing out the canvas that our record label had given up of our first concert photo, a chunk was missing where I used to stand proudly next to Austin.
"I.."I was speechless, how could some be so heartless, so hateful towards another human, especially one that did nothing to her. "I'll start packing, you contact Trish and Dez." I felt numbness flow into my bloodstream and it was like being on the pain meds I was on in hospital, a buzz of nothingness surrounded me. I looked at out trashed room and ignored it, concentrating on getting our suitcases packed and our essentials ready.
"We're going on an impromptu holiday so can you keep an eye on the house for us, tell Jimmy that we will work on stuff for the new album whilst on the road. Thanks Dez, you're a life saver." He looked at me as I walked in carrying the suitcases and his eyes portrayed all of the emotions I couldn't feel; fear, loss, hatred and worry had mixed themselves like a cocktail in my beloved eyes. "I'll take everything to the car, you get changed into something warm, we are heading as far away from this place as we can possibly go without needing passports." He flung his duffel bag over his shoulder and carried one suitcase in each hand. I changed into tracksuit bottoms and an oversized shirt then packed all of our credit cards and passports into my handbag, just in case we needed them at any point. I heard Austin beep the horn to our RV and I took one last look around the place that used to be sanctuary, the place I once called home and then closed the door on the recent pain there.
I jump into the car and take a look at my boyfriend in the drivers seat, his lips were set in a line of resolve and his hair was a scruffy mess from running his hands through it. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. "I can drive." I offered but he just shook his head and pressed a map into my hand.
"Pick a place and I'll start driving, we need to move now whilst no one is around, we need to get out of here before she strikes again." He sets up the GPS and I pointed to Massachusetts, we had been there on holidays from New York and I knew we would be safe there. Austin nodded and set up the GPS to take us to a hotel there. He peeled out of the garage and onto the open road of late time LA.
About half an hour later we were leaving the city borders behind, I glanced back at the city lights behind me and once again in my life had to say goodbye to my home. His hand crept its way around mine and gave me a reassuring squeeze. I looked over into the eyes of the man I loved and I knew I would be just fine. We were safe as long as we were together.
