I woke up at my normal time, yesterday was amazing. I couldn't have dreamed of a better night. I didn't want to stay overnight, but I fell asleep and didn't have a chance to go home. I write a quick note and head home.
When I get home, I can feel that something is different. I brush it off, get inside, close the door, and lock it. I go to my room and get a new set of clothes, I decide to shower and then head out and take a walk.
My shower was quick and felt so nice. I needed it today. Once I get out, I feel refreshed. My phone rings, "Hello?" I say, all I hear is silence, but I can hear breathing, "Hello?" I say again. They hang up. I look at the called ID and see that it is a blocked number. I brush it off and continue getting dressed and ready for the day. I decide to go to the bookstore that is a few minutes past the coffee shop.
I love reading, there is something about going into another world, where no one can find you. Where happily ever after exists. There is something about the smell of the pages and the feel of them as you flip the page to a new chapter. It is beautiful, magical, and everything I've always loved. The adventure never stops and the story feels like it could go on forever.
I wish I could have the fairytale life that I read about. The supportive parents, the love, the adventures. I guess all of that goes away someday I just didn't think mine would come so fast and out of nowhere.
I smile a sad smile and continue walking. I need to think about getting a car, it doesn't have to be fancy or anything new. But I need an easy way to escape, the bus worked the first time but a small town like this doesn't have that many options. I decide for now to just read and enjoy my day off and then when I get home, I would look for a car. Hopefully, I find something quick and cheap.
I feel my phone vibrate and see that it is a blocked number, I ignore the call and continue reading. Looking up at the clock, I see that a few hours have passed.
Sighing, I grab the books I want to buy and head to the register. I need to go home and look at cars and be a grown-up.
My phone rings again, I take a look at it and see that the phone number is blocked.
"Hello?" No one says anything, but I do hear some breathing. "Hello, is someone there?" I can feel the panic rising inside me. I hang up the call.
"What if it's my father, what if he found me and most importantly what if he comes for me?" My thoughts are making me feel worse. I start to pick up my pace and quickly head home.
Focusing on the sidewalk, I don't notice, that I ran into someone. "I am so, so sorry!" I quickly say. Looking up, I see that it is Brian.
"It's okay, are you okay? You seem distracted? I called your name a few times." He says, looking me over to make sure I'm not hurt. I nod my head. I don't want to tell him about what's going on, we just became close. I don't even know what we are.
"Yes, I am just a little distracted. I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going." I say with a smile. Hoping that he doesn't see what really is going through my mind.
"Oh, well, where are you going?" He asks me. I don't want to bring him around my home, not until I know what is going on.
"Going to the coffee shop, I need to talk to Angelica about something." I try to keep it vague, I know if we ever start anything, I will have to tell him everything. But until that day comes, I want to keep it on the down low.
"Oh, is it okay if I join you?" He asks me. He is so sweet, I wish I could like him and have him. But I know with my dad on the loose, I can't stay in one place for too long. I need to keep moving to stay safe.
I nod my head and start heading in the direction of the coffee shop. We walk in silence, my mind is running a million miles an hour. The thought of something happening to me scares me, the thought of my father the one doing the harm to me, makes me want to run till I can't anymore. What if he comes back, what if he hurts my one and only friend that I have. Or what if he hurts Brian, the one guy that has treated me to an amazing date, has cared for me and walked me to work for the last 5 months.
Once we get there, I see that Angelica is standing at the register. I walk over to her, I need to talk to her, "Hey Ang, are you on break soon?" I ask, she is the only person that knows, she is the only person I trust.
"Hey Bianca, I am right now, let me just get someone to cover the register." I nod my head at her, and stand to the side to wait for her.
"Okay, I'm ready, what's up?" She asks, she smiles at me. Once she really looks at my face, her smile falls. "What's going on?"
I grab her hand and pull her outside, I really need to talk to someone, "I keep getting calls from a blocked number, and I don't know who it is, it might be my father, and I'm starting to get scared." I say to her all-in-one breath. She looks at me concerned.
"You need to tell Brian what's going on, he might be able to help." She says and grabs my hands. I shake my head no.
"He can't know, I'm not ready to tell him, plus, if he knows he might not want me anymore. And on top of that, I would be putting him in danger." I say. "I need a car, I'm not running right now, and I might one day and I will let you know when I am safe. But I won't be able to tell you where. Do you know anyone selling a car, it can't be a lot." I say.
"I can give you mine, I want a new one anyway." She says with a smile. "Please tell me when you do leave. Are you going to tell Brian when you leave at lease?" She says with a worried look in her eyes. "I'm sure he will be worried about you, and I can tell that he likes you." She says, I look down at my feet and blush. I like him too, a lot more than I planned to.
"I can come by later and sign the papers and buy the car from you." I say, she shakes her head at me.
"No, it's yours. You can have it for free, you are my friend and I know you need it." She says, she smiles at me and gives me a hug. I smile and hug her back. "You need to get back to lover boy before he comes looking for you." She lets me go. We decide when we will meet up. I walk back in and grab a coffee and sit down with Brian.