Chapter 19 (Freddie's POV)
Three days later, my shoulder still hurt like the wound was fresh. I couldn't take it! Being held up in a cabin in the middle of no where with nothing to do! I needed to get out! I could have cared less about my stupid shoulder.
Carly said that I needed to keep my arm in a sling. So I only had one usable arm. Most of the time, Sam was there to keep my company. But she had to go home and get some more clothes for me to wear. She said her mother's boyfriends usually stayed at their house for a few days and left their clothes when her mom kicked them out.
So I got to wear the clothes they left there...cool, right?
While Sam was at her house, I just wandered around the cabin. There were a total of four rooms. When you first opened the door, you were in the living room. We were kinda short on furniture so the living room looked bare. One the left side of the living room a door led into the kitchen. Once again, we didn't really have anything other than chips, Life Bars, and soda.
Stairs in the living room led to the two remaining rooms upstairs. One was the bedroom - well - my bedroom anyway. The other room held all of our guns. Everywhere you looked guns lined the walls. The bullets sat in boxes all around the room.
I wandered into the cabin's gun room. Every time I was in there and I was looking at all the weapons, I thought about what my life would have been like if I hadn't killed Nevel Papperman.
Probably boring. I would have finished high school, somehow went to collage. Then somewhere along the line, date Carly and figure out that I didn't like her in that way. I would have told Sam the way I felt and married her. We, probably, would have had three kids and moved into a city. I could have given Sam a normal life.
But no. I had to screw it up and go to her for help after escaping from prison. Her life was never normal after that day. Why was I so stupid?
I starred out the gun room's window. The forest was still. In the distance, I could see some deer eating grass. The sky looked like it was going to rain.
A opened and shut. "Hello?" came Sam's voice.
"Up here," I called back.
I heard Sam's footsteps coming up the stairs. She stopped in the doorway. "What are you doing up here?"
"Just looking out the window," I said, not turning around.
Sam came up beside me. "Okay, the, what are you thinking? You're not going suicidal on me again, are you?"
"No!" I snapped. "I just..."
"You just what?"
"I'm sorry...for dragging you into this mess. I wish I could be a normal boyfriend, but no, I have to be a wanted fugitive," I said.
Sam frowned. "Freddie, why do you always blame yourself? If I didn't want to help you, I would have turned you into the police the night you came to my house. If I didn't want you as my boyfriend, I would have dumped you."
"I know, but if I wasn't a fugitive, I could take you to the mall or the movies. We could do normal boyfriend, girlfriend stuff. You can't even take me to a drug store without the risk of the cops taking me away," I said. "I can't do any of that stuff."
"You need to stop being so negative," Sam scoffed.
"Sam, you do realize I've never even taken you on a date?" I asked.
"Yeah. So what?" Sam shrugged.
"Well - I just - " I was cut off by the cabin's front door openning.
Sam sighed. "That's probably Carly."
We walked out of the gun room and met Carly at the bottom of the steps. "Hey, Carly. What's up?" I asked.
"Not much. Spencer is just getting some stuff out of the car, he'll be here in a second. Gibby and the look alikes are stopping by to talk about what we're going to do until your shoulder heals," Carly said.
After the look alikes and Gibby got there, we all gathered in the gun room. Malese leaned against the wall by the door. "So what's the plan, Fredward?" she asked in a bored voice.
I had been thinking about it and I think I found an idea. "Alright, my mom and I had a friend in Mexico. He might be able to help us."
"Great, only one problem. Mexico has an extraction treaty with the US," Gabriel noted.
"I know that. I'm saying he could help me get out of the country. He has a boat. When I make enough money we could meet at the docks or something and there I go," I said.
"And how to contact this 'friend'?" Annie asked.
"Cell phone, duh." I made a face.
Sam let me use her cell phone to call my friend. To m surprise he actually picked up. "Hey, Achilles," I said when he picked up.
I know, Achilles is a weird name for a Mexican dude, but his mom heard the name on a trip to Greece and liked it so she named her son that.
"Who is this?" Achilles asked.
"It's me," I said.
He seemed to remember. "Freddie? Hey, man, I'm really sorry about your mom. She was a great lady. Hey, aren't you, like, eh fugitive now?"
"Yeah. Feel like helping a wanted fugitive get out of the country?" I asked.
I could tell he was smiling through the phone. "Well, sure. Anything for you kiddo! I mean, I know you've killed a lot of people but, we're friends. So sure when you want out?"
"Well, we're going to need your boat."
"Si! No problem, bucko! Just give me some dates and names!" Achilles said cheerfully.
"Okay, but first, how will it take you to get to America on your boat?"
"I'm in America now. I am staying with friends. We're in Seattle too. Weird, huh? I could meet you at your old apartment if you want," Achilles offered.
I gave him the cabin address and he said he was on his way.
"Freddie! Achilles is here!" Carly yelled from downstairs.
Quickly, I scrambled down the stairs. Achilles pulled up in a Hummer and climbed out. He looked about the same since last time I saw him. Messy black hair, dark skin, a goofy smile, and brown eyes. "Freddie, my man! How ya been!" Achilles greeted me as Sam helped me down the cabin's front steps.
"Great," I mumbled.
"Eh, what happened to yer arm there?" Achilles pointed to my arm in a sling.
"A damn cop shot my shoulder," I said.
Achilles smiled. "Sounds fun. Now, what do you want to do?"
Sam handed my the map of Seattle and helped me unfold it. "Alright, here's what I want to do..."
Author's note:*clap *clap You guys made it to the deadline!
Okay, I'm sorry this chapter is really short! But things are going to start to heat up in the next few chapters! WARNING: Sam might get abused in the next chapter. No! Not by Freddie! A certain cop that shot our favorite fugitive.
Naming the dude Achilles was the Greek nerd talking in me. GO GREEK MYTHOLOGY!
A few of you have probably read Percy Jackson and are commenting that I have a lot of PJ in this story. Guys, I can't help it! Some people are addicted to drugs and alcohol, well, I'm addicted to Percy Jackson. Together, we can find a cure.
And yes, Michael Yew has a ferret face but I didn't want to name him Michael.
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