I walked out the door slowly, my smile fading. I didn't exactly want to go back to the hotel yet. But then again… I had to. Tomarrow was my day off. Not today. I slowly walked down the street, and kept my thoughts at bay… not wanting to think at all. I arrived at the hotel, and set the basket on the counter. Aunt May came in, and gasped.
"Dear what happened to ya?" She asked racing over.
"Just got a little wet Aunt May." I said.
"Where'd you get that old thing on your shoulders?" Lou asked, coming down the stairs. It was then I realized I still had Keith's coat on.
"Keith let me borrow it." I said simply. "Here's the goods, with a few extra fruit for you guys." Lou looked through the basket, then back at me.
"Why don't you take a holiday today?" Lou said, "You look like you could use it. You've been acting so strange and I dare say its effecting the cookies." I looked at her.
"I can't. There's to much to do." I said. Lou rolled her eyes.
"I'll take care of it." Aunt May chimed in. "After all, I did run the counter and kitchen most of the time before ya came here. I can handle myself. Go have fun."
"The boys came by a few times to ask if you could come out. Said you haven't been showing up lately. Everything all right Elisha?" Lou asked. I looked down, not quite sure what to say.
"I don't know." I said softly. "I honestly don't know." And it was true. It would be ok if I knew how to get back home. But I didn't know how to do that.
"Well, off with ya. And try to have some fun will ya?" Aunt may said, scooping up the basket, she disappeared into he kitchen. Lou looked at me.
"Take your time. We won't need ya till tomorrow afternoon." Lou said. I nodded, and slowly went up the stiars to change. I got into some clean clothes, and squeezed my hair out best I could. I pulled my hair back into a French braid, and headed out the hotel door. Where would I go? I didn't know that either. So… I just followed my feet. I walked around town, with nothing to do, and almost boarded enough to go back to the hotel. But I didn't.
I caught sent of Mary's perfume a few times, but didn't bother to look up. In fact, I was so content on following my feet, I knocked into someone. I looked up, and all I saw was a fist. It connected hard to my chin. I fell backwards, landing hard on the ground. I shook my head clear and looked up, rubbing my jaw.
Wilson, Mary's older brother, was standing over me, with his own gang of four behind him. His eyes were blazing. I could see Mary watching from a distance, her face tear stained from crying on command. I felt blood trickle down my chin. I wiped it away, and stood up. Now in my time, you got in a fight, you were both punished. But here, whoever started the fight, got in trouble. Didn't matter if you finished it or not… you just didn't want to start it. And I was boiled up enough to finish it.
"What's up with you nut head?" I hissed.
"You. You're my problem." Wilson said, his fists clenched. He swung again. Now in movies… you'd probably think the main characters would miss the swing… or dodge it or block it or finish them off before the next one came. But lemme introduce you to something. It's called movie magic. It's been practiced, rehearsed and tried. You can't just dodge or block a swing when you felt like it. SO when Wilson's fist came again… I got hit, right in the lip. I stumbled backwards, barely catching my balance. As soon as I did, I already knew my next move. Quicker then the eye could blink, I rammed my shoulder hard into Wilson's stomach. Then it started. The other four boys behind Wilson jumped. I was able to throw Wilson around, and knock them all off balance. But again, they were up, and swinging. I got knocked around maybe three times, before I swung. I nailed three in one swing, and turned to face Wilson. He charged. I quickly stepped out of the way, letting Wilson pass me, and I kneed him in the stomach again. For good measure, I jammed my elbow in his back. My head suddenly was jerked back and my head snapped around in pain. One of the boys had grabbed my hair with one hand, and the other closed around my neck. I struggled, but they all suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes. Keith and the rest of the boys were standing in front of us, arms crossed.
"That… was a cheep move. Uncalled for." Keith said, his eyes flames.
"So is this." I hissed, and I jerked my elbow and hit him hard where no boy should be hit. The boy instantly released me. I turned around, and nailed him in the face. He stumbled backward. Keith jumped into the fight. Along with Jacob, Matt, James, Caleb, , and a few others. They seemed to be handling their own, so I sank out of the fight. Soar, tired, and bloody. I stepped into the shadows, and disappeared from all unhanding eyes… something the time warp had allowed me to do with great talent. I disappeared, leaving my boys… my friends… finishing off the fight. I had to get away… get out of here… just leave for a while. I ran into the stables, wrote a quick note to Sam that I was taking a ride and didn't know when I'd be back, and mounted up bareback. I charged out of the stable, the horse ready for action. I raced out of town from the back side, catching no attention to myself. I could feel the horse's energy building up, ready to burst full of energy that had saved up over three weeks. I gave him a kick at at a gallop, the horse jumping in to full blast, leaving a trial of dust behind us, and nothing but open land in front. This would be the part I would miss when I got back home… IF I got back home. I loved that feeling of racing to nowhere, and not caring. The wind in my hair and face, the rhythmic beat of the hooves and the bounce of streaming across bare land. And I kept going. I wasn't on a road, and I let the horse steer himself. Full gallop I ran to no where, out into the nothingness. And I didn't know when I'd be back.