Chapter 3 "Visitors, some good & some bad"

"I'm not moving." I said.

"What? Not even for your best friend?" a voice said from outside the front door.

I jumped up all ready knowing who it was.

"Ciara, oh my god you're here." I screamed, and hugged her.

She hugged me back, and I pulled her in, shutting the door.

"Why are you here?" I asked, sitting her down on the couch. Not caring what the gang think.

"I would like to ask the same." she said.

"You know why." I said.

"Yeah, but I didn't know you were serious."

I laughed, "You thought I was kidding?"

"Well yeah, people say they're going to run away all the time, but they never really do."

"Well, I'm not like most people."

"True."

I smiled, and hugged her again.

"So who exactly are these people and why are you here. If they kidnapped you I would be happy to kill them all." she said, in almost an evil voice.

"Don't worry they're the ones keeping me alive."

"In that case I guess I could spare their lives…..today."

I laughed even harder, then turned serious, "But seriously why are you here?"

"Um….did you hear the news?" she asked.

"Yeah, my dad is looking for me." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm afraid he followed me here." She said quietly.

I jumped up, "What? Are you stupid, letting him follow you like that."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to make sure I didn't have to kill anyone for kidnapping my best friend."

I cracked a smile, "Alright I guess you're off the hook."

"Good, I don't want to get kicked out. They're watching my every move. Is that normal?" she asked me, eyeing the gang staring at us…or…her.

"Yeah don't worry they're weird." I said, sitting back down on the couch.

"Rayna aren't you going to introduce us?" Soda asked, looking offended.

"You have mouths that work, use them." I said.

They rolled their eyes at me, I don't know why through I didn't do anything wrong.

They introduced themselves, and then Ciara introduced herself, "I'm Ciara, I'm this person's best friend, and yeah that's it."

Ciara has red, curly, long hair, that's a little past her armpits, freckles, emerald green eyes, and pale skin.

She has 3 older brothers that are very protective over her. Their names are Jon, Emmanuel, and Tyler-

"Oh, god my brothers." I yelled.

"You told them right?" Ciara asked.

"No…." I said.

She started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing this is not a laughing matter." I practically screamed.

"Sorry…I ju-just…can't believe…you did-didn't…tell them….even I would have thought of that." She said, between laughs.

I shoved her off the couch, "Be Quiet!" I screamed.

"Sorry, but really you didn't even think to call them?"

I just stared at her, stalking off to the kitchen. The gang followed me.

"You're very fond of her." Two-bit said sarcastically.

I gave him a death glare and that shut him up.

Ciara came in the room, "She is very fond of me, everyone is fond of me."

I laughed, "Yeah, the demons are, me sometimes."

She rolled her eyes, and opened the fridge, "I'm raiding your fridge."

"Go ahead." Soda said.

She looked back at him and added, "I wasn't asking for permission but….I'm glad I have your approval, I guess."

I smiled, and sat down at the table.

"I'm making popcorn." Ciara said, putting a bag in the microwave.

"Come on, I want to see if my brothers are on the news." I said, sitting down on the couch, turning the TV on.

Ciara followed me, and so did the rest of the gang. The news came on and sure enough my dad was on there with my brothers.

"We have her 3 older brothers here with us, and her dad,"

"That's Alex, Brandon, and Keith, by the way. Brandon's 18, Alex, and Keith are 14." I told the gang.

The news reporter person talked to my brothers and my dad, I didn't hear a word they said, though.

Not because the gang was being too loud. I just wasn't paying attention. I stared at the wall wondering if things would ever go back to normal.

I want to live in a normal family, a happy family. It just doesn't seem to work for me. I stared at the door, expecting my dad or brothers to walk through.

They didn't but I was still worried they would find me. I don't want to go back, they can't force me either.

I looked at the clock, it was only 8:30. I was tired, I didn't eat dinner yet, but I just wanted to pass out.

I felt kind of light headed. I was probably because I'm getting sick…..or…it's because the only thing I ate today was lunch.

I must have looked pale because Ciara asked, "Are you feeling alright Ray, you look pale."

"I need to eat, that's all." I reassured her, I felt like I was going to throw up, but I have nothing to throw up.

She sat the bowl of popcorn on my lap. I put it on the floor, holding my stomach, "I don't want popcorn."

"Then what do you want? I'll make it, well try to make it." She asked.

I looked at the ceiling thinking, when I made up my mind I looked down at her and asked, "Can you make breakfast?"

"You do know its dinner right?" Soda asked me.

"Yeah, I know. I mean breakfast food."

"Okay, on it." She said getting up.

I looked back at Darry, "You might want to watch her, you don't want a blown up kitchen trust me."

He got up and went in the kitchen. After she finished I ate the burnt, crunchy bacon, eggs, and burnt toast. With a glass of chocolate milk.

I dazed off on the couch, ending up falling asleep there.

I woke up at 8 o' clock, which for me is late. I didn't eat breakfast like normal.

I wanted to call my brothers, but I was afraid they would track down the phone or something. Cause they would do that.

I got up went to the kitchen and picked up the phone. The gang were in the kitchen just watching me, not daring to get up.

I dialed the number and the phone started to ring.

"Hello?" a guy's voice asked.

"Hello, is this the Hunter house?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah, why?" the guy on the other line asked.

"Is this Mr. Keith Hunter?" I asked in the deep voice still.

"No, but I can-"

"No." I accidently said in my normal voice, but quickly recovered and added in a deep voice, "I mean, what is your name son?" The gang were giving me weird looks, I ignored every one of them.

"Uh…Brandon. May I ask who this is?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and said in my normal voice, "This is the famous Rayna. How could you not tell?"

"RAYNA WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Nowhere of your concern." I said.

"Rayna seriously I need to know where you are. Did you get kidnapped?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"Yeah I been kidnapped, the kidnapper is letting me talk on the phone." I said, face palming.

"Just tell me where you are." Brandon demanded.

"Can't," I said.

"Rayna where are you?" I heard another voice on the other line say.

"Who's this?"

"Alex," he replied.

"Hey it's so nice to talk to you. Where's Keith?" I ask.

"Hold on."

"Hello?"

"Hey Keith!" I said in an exciting voice.

"Rayna why did you leave?" Keith asked.

"Don't play stupid with me, you know why I left."

"Who's on the phone?" I heard an older voice say in the background.

"No one dad." I heard Alex reply, "We'll call you later." He whispered into the phone.

Then he hanged up. I hanged the phone up, realizing they didn't know the number. But I didn't worry about it, they would figure it out.

I plopped down in a chair, in the kitchen. The gang kept staring at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I ask them.

Ciara sat up in her chair and asked, "Was that your brothers?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just curious." Ciara said, slouching back down in her chair.

"Did you tell them where you are?" Soda asked.

"No," I said flatly.

"Why not?" Two-bit asked.

"Because I don't want them to come and get me." I said.

"Are you hungry?" Darry asked me.

I shook my head, like usual. I got up and went to the living room, sitting down on the couch and turned the TV on. I wanted to watch Mickey Mouse, but of course the news was on.

They were switching from the weather to my case of 'disappearing'. The news reporter was talking about how the police for sure think I ran away.

They also think they're really close to finding me, but they aren't. They're going the opposite direction I went.

Instead of going to Midwest City, they went the opposite direction to Mustang City. They will keep going to, at this rate they'll never find me.

Well I spoke to soon, because the doorbell rang. I climbed over the couch to look out the window. It was the fuzz.

Darry got up to answer it and I ran to the kitchen, and then dragged Ciara upstairs to 'my' room.

"Why are you dragging me, and where are we going?" she asked.

"The fuzz is at the door, were locking ourselves in the closet in 'my' room." I explained.

"Why the closet? If they think you're here then they will search the whole house."

I stopped and looked at her, "Your right, let's go."

I dragged her back downstairs, and out the back door. We ran past the front door, past the police car, and I dragged her to the park.

We stayed there for about 15 to 20 minutes before we went back. The police were gone, and the gang were on the porch, probably waiting for us.

"Where have you been?" Darry asked us, once we got up the steps of the porch.

"Park," I said sitting down on the top step next to Dally.

Eventually we went in and piled in the living room.

"You know what?" I ask the gang.

"What?" Steve asks.

"I want to get to know you guys better, cause I have a feeling I'll be here for a while." I said, leaning back on the couch.

"First we'll ask you 2 questions, then you can ask us." Dally said.

"Deal," me and Ciara said in unison.

"What do you want to know?" I ask them.

"Um….." Soda started but I interrupted, "How about we just tell you about ourselves it'll be easier."

"Sure, why not." Two-bit said, shrugging.

"Uh, well you already know I'm Bipolar and I have ADHD. So….I guess I'll tell you what I do for my hobbies. I sing, in choir, draw, in honors' art, like reading, hate reading out loud, and that's pretty much it. You guys now."

"No, how about Ciara?" Steve said.

"I don't know you people good enough to tell you my personal stuff." Ciara said.

"Okay, I'll start-"

"No were going to ask the questions here. Okay, everyone will answer at the same time." I interrupted Dally.

"Fine, first question?" Dally asked.

"Have any of you been to the cooler before?" I asked.

"So many times I lost track at around 10." Two-bit said proudly.

"A few times." Steve said.

"Once," Soda said.

"Don't know how many times, lost track like Two-bit, but I never counted, just went. But I can tell you the first time I went was when I was 10." Dally said.

"Really? That's so cool," I said.

"Nope, never went," Pony said.

"Well, that's surprising," Ciara said.

"Never," Johnny said, quietly.

"Are you really asking me this?" Darry asked, sounding annoyed.

"Okay, next question. How did you meet?" Ciara asked.

"Um…the Curtis' always been friends with Two-bit, Soda met Steve at school, and after my mom dropped me off at my step dad's I ran away to the lot, and met the gang, that's also how we met Johnny here." Dally answered.

"Have you ever seen the movie Stand by Me," I asked curiously.

"What does this have to do with getting to know us better?" Soda asked.

"Whether or not you've seen the movie depends on how I look at you for the rest of my, knowing me, short life." Ciara said.

"Okay….most of us haven't." Soda said.

"Don't worry we can fix that." Ciara said with a devilish grin.

"Where do y'all live?" I ask.

"Where ever I can get a room, or couch." Dally said.

"My dad's down the street." Steve said.

"I live down the street but most of the time I bum around here," Two-bit said.

"You already know where I live," Soda said.

"I live a few streets down but I most of the time stay here or the lot." Johnny said, nervously.

"This is for the scary one," Ciara glanced at Dally, "Are you an only child?"

Dally glared evilly for a moment then answered, "No, I had a sister once, I don't know what happened to her. Next question."

"How about the rest of you, do you have siblings?" I ask.

"A kid sister, that's it," Two-bit said.

"Nope none," Steve said.

"None," Johnny said.

"You guys don't have to answer this, I know you are brothers." I said referring to Soda, Pony, and Darry.

All of a sudden the phone started to ring. I jumped up, ran to the kitchen, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" a voice which I could tell was Brandon on the other line said.

"Hey Brandon." I said, happily.

"Were coming to get you." He said.

"WHAT?" I yell in the phone. The gang were crowding around me, trying to figure out what's happening.

"Whoa don't yell, are you trying to blow my ear drum?"

"Maybe," I shrug, "You can't come you don't know where I am."

"You're in Tulsa, I'm at this gas station called the DX in Tulsa right now so tell me where you are?"

"I can't tell you," I said.

"If you come back, I'll figure out something to get you, Keith, and Alex away from dad. You know what if I have to I'll adopt you guys."

I smiled and asked, "Really? You would really do that?"

"It's already done," he said.

"Okay I'll meet you in town," I said, getting excited.

"Oh, and tell Ciara, yeah I know she's there, to come with you. Her brothers are here too."

"Okay, bye love you," I said hanging up the phone, but before I did I heard the cut off, "I love y-."

I told Ciara, and we nearly ran the whole way, with the gang trying to catch up with us.

We saw the car a little down the road coming our way, we stopped so it could come to us. We were practically in the middle of the street, and could get killed like that, if a car decided to come along.

Well a car did decide to come along, but it wasn't towards us it was towards my brother's car.

It happened to fast, my brother's car smashed into the back of the BLUE MUSTANG!

The same blue mustang we saw on our way to the park, with the same guys I mouthed off.

I started to run towards the wreck, not caring whether I die or not. The car, my brother's car flipped over the back of the mustang, smashing upside down.

I saw some figures climb out of my brother's car, but I couldn't tell who they were.

Author's note: Hope you like, R&R. Sorry for any mistakes.