A/N: I am SOOO sorry it has taken me so long to update. I have found a new obsession. JOHNNY DEPP. Don't worry. (: I'm still just as supportive of Jiley as I was before. I have been insanely busy with all my school work, but I decided that I WILL take time for this story.
Chapter 4: Eyes Wide Open
What had I done? Feeling all the color from my face drain, I widened my eyes in complete horror. His sickening body glistened with sweat from the hurry to catch me, his onyx eyes darkened with rage, and his face turned an unhealthy color of scarlet. I stuttered in utter fear until I found enough oxygen to mutter out raspy"Hurry".
Feeling the cab speed up relaxed my heart the slightest bit, but I continued to stare in shock at the enraged man, until his frightening body was out of sight. What was I doing? I needed to get out of here, I needed to breathe. I can't breathe! The man looked back in the rearview mirror in fake concern. As the hyperventilating slowed, I breathed in a much needed breath of air. He was going to kill them, just to torture me. This man is insane. I need to go back right now,
No! No. You are not going back. He has put you through enough. He has treated you like a dog, a slave. He has taken advantage of you. You CANNOT go back. I can't tell the police, as soon as he find out the police are after him he will find a way to them. So until I come up with an idea, I will continue on this journey, no not journey, escape.
I felt the vehicle slow to a rough stop, and watched as a dirty hand reached back for his payment. I put a $100 bill in his hand and waited as he slid four $20's into my hand. I fled out of the cab grabbing my small carry-on in my hand and made my way to the automatic doors.
I felt a wave of a plastic aroma crash into me. The smell was well mixed with the different restaurants. I continued in this body, more like shell, to the ticket exchange and silently purchased a ticket to the first place that came to mind, New York. I need a job, no, I need money badly. This amount of money would last me for about 4 to 5 days. I mumbled and thanks to the woman and followed through the roped area until I reached security. I walked through, a dazed expression in my eyes, until I met the guard at the other end. He glanced at me suspiciously, and quickly asked "Are you alright, Miss?" With a roll of my eyes, I answered with a slight nod of the head, while my insides we screaming 'no'.
No, I am not okay. I have been separated from my family, my friends and the man I love. I have been raped and abused. Oh and to top it off, I am being chased by a monster who wants to kill me slowly. I am perfect, 100 fine.
I quietly walked onto the plane, not taking the time to merely glance at the people around me. I stepped sat down in my stiff seat, not caring to even wobble around to get comfortable. I simply gazed into space, as I hid in my own mind from the cruel world. I cringed slightly at the wail of a young infant, and the sound of a couple bickering over something most likely unimportant.
My eyes started to get heavier and heavier, the excitement of the day finally taking its toll on me. My eyes drifted close, muffling out all the other sounds and noises around me. Blackness surrounded me as I fell into unconsciousness, hoping for the hundredth time that I would wake up from this hell and finally see my angel.
I shot up with a sudden jerk, making a few people around me jump in surprise. Giving them a look of apology, I winced as I heard the sound of the annoying speaker over head announce that we had reached our destination. Watching the people squirm around trying to get prepared to leave the plane , I prepared myself for whatever might occur in this new place.
This man had destroyed my life, ripped apart my soul. He not only broke apart my family, but ripped apart my heart. I saw the seat buckle sign flash, and grabbed my bag to hurry off the tight plane. I sighed as I exited the plane and walked past baggage claim and straight out the doors.
I skimmed over the area, tall buildings, musky aroma, bright lights, and the feel of freedom. I felt my eyes open and felt the dark face of reality glaring right at me. The brisk air flew against me as I walked to haul a cab. I waved my hand frantically, stopping a yellow car. I continued to tell the man to take me to a decent, cheap hotel.
As I drove by I could have sworn I saw him. The man's back was turned to me, but I felt the electricity radiating off of him. It was him! I knew it was! The man turned around to reveal a completely different person, and I felt the smile slip away from my face as my eyes brimmed with tears.
I stepped out of the car, paid for a room and unlocked the door to find a small, cozy room. I slipped off my jeans while walking over to the soft warm bed. At this point, any bed looked like warm and soft. I curled myself in a ball and rocked myself to sleep.
Rays of sunshine gleamed through my window, shining right into my eyes. I scrunched up my eyes and arched my back, stretching out my tight muscle. I sat up and glanced around the unfamiliar room. I felt panic take over me. It then all came crashing back to me, the escape. I felt my stomach flutter in nervousness. What was I going to do? I need a job. Yes I need a job very soon. I climbed out of bed, and took off into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The steamy water felt relaxing on my cold skin.
As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed something. I looked like I was dead. I was a pale color that did contrast greatly against the dark circles around my eyes. You could easily spot my ribs through my thin flesh. I needed to look nice for any job interview. So for the first time in months, I pretended to care what I looked like.
I slipped on one of my nicest outfits, a deep green tunic dress that looked great with my eyes as well as some black skinny jeans and black heels. I pared it with a black jacket and let my natural loose curls. I put on some light make-up, grabbed my purse and slipped out the hotel door. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, joining the many other people in a great hurry to get somewhere, I followed the crowd looking for any sign asking for employment.
After being rejected a few times, I walked down the hard sidewalk in discouragement until I came across a small café. The place looked harmless enough so I decided to give it a try. As I walked into the tiny building I noticed the theme and assumed it was an Italian restaurant.
I walked up to what looked like a worker and asked in a polite voice" Excuse me, Sir?"
After noticing I had got his attention I continued "I'm new to the area, and I was wondering if you needed any employees?"
A look gleamed in his eyes as he responded with" Well it's you lucky day, we just had a waitress quit. You will be able to take her place after filling out the forms and going over the guidelines." He handed me a slip asking about all the normal information. I thanked him and told him I would return as soon as possible.
As I left, I spotted a magazine stand, and as I walked closer I noticed my face on it.
"POPSTAR: HANNAH MONTANA MISSING." Of course, Hannah's missing, Miley is running away. I do realize that I cannot talk to my family or communicate to them in any way, but do they really think I would leave on my own will?
I love them so much. I miss then so terribly. I cannot survive without them. But as much as I want to see them, at the end of the day I will know that as I am going through this, I am keeping them safe, and for their safety, I would do anything.
A/N : How was it? Sorry for the lack of feeling and/or description. I am not giving up on this story, I will try and update in the next few days. AND I am not giving up on this ship. I have created a playlist for this story. I will try to add to it each chapter.
Evening: Playlist
Open Your Eyes: Snow Patrol-Amazing song, not kidding. Matches this story so well, hence the chapter title.
Sober: Kelly Clarkson-this song goes so well. Great song.
Shadow of the Day: Linking Park
You: Switchfoot- An amazing acoustic piece of music.
I just recently won an award for my essay on espionage in the American Revolution. It's on its way to state right now. I ended it with this
"Death is irrevocable. For it is like seeing the horizon at the end of the oceans. Every ship must sail the same sea, but it's up to you to color your sunset differently."
