Disclaimer: See chapter 1
N/B: I know this is a little slow I starting but I really want to establish my character Katie and get my interpretation of T-Bag right. Please R+R!
Later that evening Katie lay on her bed reading for an English Literature class. She was tired of Shakespeare, he was always trying to make a statement. Why did people always have to make a statement, why not just go with it? She got up and paced the room. It was 2am and her parents were asleep so she stopped and sat at her desk. There was something exhilarating about being up at this time of night. She smiled and looked around her room, her eyes resting on a map of the United States.
She got up and walked towards it. 'Where did Teddy say he was from?' she thought wistfully and placed her finger gently on Alabama. She smiled and ran her finger up the east side of America tracing the line to Vermont. He'd stared at her all through dinner, she'd watched him out of the corner of her eye, only looking at him when he asked her a question. She loved how he had been ravishing her with his eyes whilst her mother politely passed him the potatoes.
His voice had her hypnotized as she heard it in her head. "Treasure," he'd called her. Sighing, she wandered back to her bed and lay down to sleep, falling into a warm dream about the charming southerner who'd come to steal her away from her mediocre life.
Standing outside the Salinger house T-Bag was watching the dimly lit window on the front wall. He knew this was the girl's room as he'd had a look around after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.
"Why you still up girl?" he asked whispered.
When the light finally went out, T-Bag looked up and down the street and strode towards the Salinger house. Before he could reach the front path the light from a neighbouring porch flooded into his path and a balding man with an unbuttoned collar appeared in the doorway.
"Can we help you mister?"
"Nah, nah sir," T-Bag called back. "Ah'm on my way."
T-Bag wanted to slit the bastard's throat but he knew he had to be discreet. Hiding out in Vermont would be easy. All the mountains and parkland a man on the run would ever need. He just needed to keep his cool. He pulled his baseball cap over his eyes and disappeared into the darkness.