Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 114: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Thirty

BETH

I can’t believe it, but we have left our pursuers behind us under the trees. We are in the parking lot of a diner, closed now for the night, but just off the main highway. The forest closes behind us, but ahead, dissolves away to more open ground. In the night, I cannot make out any detail.

Bending over, clutching my sides against a stitch, I heave in great lungfuls of air.

“Don’t relax too much,” says Charlotte. “We’re not stopping here. It’s the first place they’ll look, a parking lot like this. If we follow the highway, we’ll make best speed. We can hide off-road if we need to.”

She’s bending over into a trash bin.

“Charlotte, what are you doing?”

“Looking for something to eat.”

“Eat? Out of the trash bin?”

“It’ll be okay. These places always empty the bins overnight, so this’ll be today’s. So long as it’s still in the box so the flies can’t get at it, it’s fine. And you’d be surprised what people throw away.…”

Appalled, but fascinated, I watch her; this girl, apparently so like me. But right now, she feels alien, as the depth of the differences between us comes home to me. “How do you know this stuff?”

Still searching through the bin, she says “When I was a kid, trying to run from the home, the first couple of times, I got picked up by the police when I was caught shoplifting for food. After that, I found other ways to eat….”

She roots among cardboard and greasy papers, then emerges with a box. “See, here you are. There’s most of a meal in here. It’s cold, but it will keep us going.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Do want to eat or not?”

“Is it good?”

“No, it’s lousy. I hate junk food, but we’ve got to have something inside us. Your body can’t run on empty.”

Reluctantly, I reach into the box; deep fried chicken. I bite in, fighting my instinct to gag. She’s right; the food is perfectly edible, but I’m eating trash and my stomach heaves at the thought.

distant rumbling, the sound of car engines. “Come on,” she says, grabbing my

*****

MICHAEL

only a mile or

make a screeching turnaround, then accelerate,

cornering, the headlights swing onto two figures, running ahead, one lagging behind the other,

both of

the one to the fore - it’s Charlotte, still racing away - twists her head around, red hair flying... She U-turns, now running away from us, still towing Beth

They don’t

out of the window,

her face swinging round again, slows, turns, still dragging the weary Beth behind her, and now running towards us. She’s yelling something, gesticulating wildly with her free hand, trying to tell

in from the opposite direction, moving directly towards them, and a second

foot hard down, wheels squealing, I speed

The other may do so. Charlotte suddenly

us, Charlotte dashing into the off-road darkness. One car swerves to follow her, the other keeps coming towards us and

his laptop aside. “Shit! We

on my driving, closing in on

still hanging out of the window,

ready to pull her in,”

voice is desperate, her face visibly tear-streaked even

I brake hard, metal shrieking, gravel thrown up from the tyres. “Get her

The car is still moving, the on-coming vehicle screaming down on us. As Richard pulls Beth bodily into the car, lifting her off her feet, shots fire, the dust jumping

for the

slam onto the gas, and the car pulls away, slamming

Charlotte...

off-road darkness, scanning for her running figure, but there is no

but there is nothing. In the night, hiding, she could be anywhere; behind a tree, or a rock, or simply flat to the ground

tyre, we’ve all

again, what do

got Beth. Let’s get her to safety. We’ll come back. How far away can she be? And if we come in daylight, with the police, perhaps she’ll see it’s us

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