Chapter 3

I got home and opened the door. my mom was lounging on the couch like a potato.

"So, how was the party?"

"I didnt stay long enough to find out." I told her quietly.

"Why not?" she asked, clicking the T.V. off and sitting up.

"They found us. They followed me down there I didnt want anyone to get hurt, so I left."

I hear her sigh heavily.

"Okay. we'll repack in the morning."

I look around at the room, still full of boxes.

"We haven't even finished unpacking. Why cant we stay. why are they such a problem."

"You know exactly why Ali!" she runs her hand down her face and takes a deep breath. "I wont let them have you."

"Why me? Why do they want me? What did I do as a baby that could have been so bad that so many people want me dead."

She stands us and starts toward the kitchen. "It wasn't you that did something... And they dont want you dead." I stop and stand there for a moment. "Mom, what did you do?" She grabs the box of dishes and sets them onto the floor and retapes it shut. "Its not important Alison." I growled in frustration. "If I'm going to have to run for the rest of my life, I'd like to know why." She shoots a glare at me. "I'll tell you eventually I just dont think your ready to hear it." She looked down at the floor sighing, clearly upset.

I took a deep breath and responded slowly. "Okay mom, I trust you."

She smiled at me and set the packing tape back on the counter. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. I picked up the remote and clicked the T.V. back on. "Why dont we watch a movie?" she look up and smiled at me again. I started flipping through the movies as she made her way back to the couch. I sat next to her, still scrolling the channels.

"So, what should we watch?"