I said I'd planned my escape for a year. But apparently planning where I would escape to didn't concern me at the time. I let out a frustrated sigh as I saw light on the horizon. I couldn't stop, that's all I knew because if I did then surely my foster parents would come looking for me and my efforts would be wasted. No way was I letting that happen, so I kept on my way, watching the few cars drive past, their drivers weary-eyed. Angleton wasn't an overly large town, but it was big enough for me to hide in. I hoped. I was a good 4 miles away from the house when I noticed the same car had kept passing me for the last 20 minutes. Shit I thought to myself as I looked around subtly for a detour where the car couldn't get to. Sadly there were none that would conceal me very well. I heard the engine turn off but nothing else until someone was walking right beside me. I looked at them, startled and jumped away.

"Don't be alarmed" it was a man, he studied my face, as if confirming some theory. But otherwise didn't come any closer "I've come to help you, I knew your parents" That brought a snarl to my lips. Anybody who knew them was no friend of mine. The man's face remained neutral, displaying no emotion I could render as a threat. "Your real parents" There was an emphasis on the word 'real'. I raised an eyebrow "Oh? I don't remember you?" I folded my arms; I wasn't going anywhere until I had details. He shook his head "You wouldn't. All I can tell you at this point in time is that my name is Derek Lockwood and I need you to trust me" Something about his name rang a bell but I couldn't grasp what it was, however I knew there was something about him that I could trust, but I gave him an unsure look. I wasn't used to trusting anyone, not anymore. "How do I know I can trust you?" Derek then pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and turned over his wrist revealing a golden tattoo, it was a series of crosses like mine. I frowned and said defiantly "You could've gotten that anywhere" I kept my arms folded; I had a feeling he didn't just get that tattoo anywhere.

Just at that moment I heard car tyres screech as they struggled to grip the road and a flashy silver Mercedes came speeding down the road towards me. I would've loved the car and thought it was nice, If only it didn't belong to my most hated people. My foster parents. I could make out my father's dark expression as he leaned over the wheel, his eyes set on me. I started to stumble backwards, my legs thinking before my mind. My breathing increased and a horrified look crossed my face, I was about to turn and run when I felt a strong grip on my arm, I looked up, afraid that it was father. Derek had a hold of my arm, he tugged me towards his car and I scrambled in, not caring about who he was, at that moment he was my best possible escape option. As he got in I looked in the rear view mirror "Go!" I shrieked as the Mercedes came up the back of the car. Derek instantly sprung into motion, slamming his foot on the accelerator and pulling away from the parking spot he sped down the road, only turning at the last possible moment, trying to lose my foster parents. I thought he'd never make it when he suddenly took a turn into a back street. The Mercedes sped straight past and I slumped back in my seat, shaking from fear.

Derek slowed the car as we cruised out of Angleton, heading to the highway. He looked over to me a worried expression crossed his features.
"Those are my foster parents I…I" I couldn't finish my sentence without choking up, I looked away from him, not wanting him to see me cry and be weak. When he spoke next his voice had an ominous note to it "Those aren't your foster parents". What?

I stared at him for a moment, thinking he was joking. His facial expression said otherwise "Hold on a second, yes they are" –as much as I hated it- "They adopted me after the house fire that killed my family" I eyed him, raising an eyebrow, I was about to open my mouth to say something else when I finally realised we were off the freeway now and heading north "Where exactly do you think you're taking me?" I asked, now I was deciding whether I trusted him or not at this certain point. "I'm taking you to some people that can help you" Help me?
"Thanks but no thanks I don't need help" I said arrogantly, I was used to fending for myself. That wasn't about to stop now, "You didn't finish telling me who you were anyway" I looked at him, actually looking at him now, noticing how brown his eyes were. He had long dark brown hair, a strong jaw. He looked Russian almost, but he couldn't be. He didn't have an accent. "I told you, my name's Derek"
"You told me you would tell me what you were here for once we were alone" And according to our current situation, we were pretty alone. Unless he counted the car as some sort of being.
I heard him sigh, keeping his eyes on the road, he was growing irritated with my constant questioning of who he was but he was still silent. I groaned, giving him an exasperated look "Okay then, I see how it is. At least tell me how I know you" I continued to look at him, he better answer this question. "That, I can tell you. You would have been 10 when my family and I met you and your family, I was 13. You and I use to hang out a lot" Looking at him now, it was like I knew exactly who he was. Only I didn't.