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Chapter Four

I was beyond shocked, I was utterly flabbergasted. I wouldn't have been able to tell you how I had reached this page, but something deep inside said this discovery was a good thing.

I brought up the email address attached to it and quickly left a short message. If I could have afforded more time, my email would have been epic in length, possibly rivaling some very prolific writers. However, with time constraints being what they were, I had to go or risk being seen or worse.

At the ATM machine I withdrew all my savings, it was a meager amount, but I prayed it would be enough. I ordered two bottles of water and left a large enough tip to hopefully win the cashier over or make me forgettable - I'm sure there is a fly in that logic somewhere, but, I had to try – should he be questioned, which I was almost positive he would be.

This town practically ran around Sonny and Jason, and if they wanted to know something bad enough, nothing would stop them…I only hoped it took them and their men some time before they discovered I had been here.

I left the aptly named; '' internet café and started making my way to the surplus store on Courtland Street, getting there almost fried what was left of my nerves. Every set of headlights, every noise almost caused me to jump out of my skin.

If this was how the 'Underbelly of Society' lived, day in and day out, I felt pity for them, more now than ever before and not to mention, respect. I also knew I never wanted to live like this again, if I could help it, nevertheless I could see somewhat, the draw of the adrenaline that continually spiked in the blood stream. To put it as simply as possible, it was a terrifying rush, almost but not quite, like being on the back of Jason's motorcycle.

I bought a few key items, hoping it would be enough to last. Three T's that fit on the loose side, three jeans, those too on the loose side. A couple bras, some underwear and toiletries, as well as a pair of running shoes, I needed comfort over style.

The time had come to put some distance between her and Port Charles. Knowing it was risky, but not having any other options, I slowly and carefully made my way towards 'Jakes'. This time of night, there should be more than enough Cabs coming and going.

Waiting in the darkness out of sight of prying eyes but close enough to grab a Cab when it became empty, I waited and worried.

It took roughly an hour before I could hail a taxi but there was no way I was risking being spotted if I could help it.

Once seated the adrenaline that had been pumping for the better part of the day seemed to crash, there one moment and gone the next. Exhaustion was seeping into every available nook and cranny, threatening to lull me into a false sense of calm, one I couldn't afford. I fought it though, with everything I had in me, I fought. Now was not the time to let my guard down, briefly I wondered if I'd ever be able to again…

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The ride felt like it took forever, but once I reached the motel – the decrepit feeling of the place making my skin crawl – I finally started to breathe a little easier.

The night manager managed to con me out of fifty buck, just to use his computer; however I couldn't mourn the loss of the money, not if on the off chance I had an email waiting for me and a chance at finding 'My' son.

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150 dollars, 72 hours, no sleep, no food, I finally received a response to my email.

I couldn't eat; my stomach was in constant knots, I couldn't sleep, for the possible chance of being caught or missing something important, weighed too heavily on my mind and heart.

As I clicked my email icon, I literally felt like all my internal organs had taken up residence in my throat.

I closed my eyes as the email loaded, terrified and beyond hopeful, all at the same time. I sent up a silent prayer, 'please let this be good news'.

There in bold, enlarged letters, "Name the place and I am there!"

'Oh lord' I thought, please don't be a joke…as an after thought I added 'Or a trap'.

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