Transition (Chapter 6)

They begin.

It took only a few minutes for Katrina to throw all of the things we needed together. Emma kept some spare clothes for cases like these when Danielle needed a babysitter. We’d stop at my house and I’d grab a few things and we could buy the rest.

Okay, really, I didn’t like the whole fugitive mindset I was in. And really, a fugitive was what I would be once we left. The only question was to whom.

But I’d still do it anyway. Katrina and Emma both deserved that, to not face the world alone. What was a best friend for?

Apparently, they were for fighting unknown creatures that were trying to kill you. And I guess they can give pretty good hugs, too. Who wouldn’t want that?

Anyway when I got to my house, my grandmother was the only one home. “Jack, where have you been?”

“I was at Katrina’s.” My gran’s eyes flashed. She had some aversion to Katrina, which was totally unfounded.

“How many times must I tell you? She is just aiming to hurt you,” Gran pointed a long, bony finger at me. My gran is small, with sleek black hair that’s usually pulled back into a tight bun. She looks good for seventy-three. I ignored her as I hoofed it up the stairs. I grabbed an Under Armor bag and stuffed pajamas, wife beaters, and my favorite flannel shirt. I packed some keepsakes too, trying to hurry as Katrina was waiting in the car.

“Where are you going?” My gran’s judgmental eyes make me hesitate for a second.

“I…have to go to a party. I just wanted to grab a bag in case I end up staying there.” Luckily, Gran didn’t have the ability to see through my every lie, like Kat.

“Whose party is this?” she inquired, even though her tone was less suspicious.

“Charlie’s,” I quickly lied, thinking of the blond we’d left behind.

“Charlie? I don’t believe we met.” She frowned, wondering if this was an error on her part.

“No, he’s really nice and he’s pretty cool too. Only, he doesn’t really like Katrina, so if she calls, could you not tell her where I am?” That should do it. Gran would probably now count on Charlie as an ally.

Her face changed instantly, “Oh, yes, of course dear. Do you need anything else?”

“Ah, no. I think I got it all. Bye Gran. Love you,” I waved as I walked out of the door.  

“Love you too, Jay!” I grimaced as she called out the door. I hated when she called me Jay. It didn’t suit me  all.

When I get in the car, I ignore Katrina and pretend like I’m the only one in it. She sends me a hurt and confused look that I desperately want to answer. I start the car and act like somebody is calling me, picking up my cellphone, “Sorry, Katrina. Wait until I drive away.”

I see her lean back in her seat and try to be as still as possible. I drive away, finally putting my phone down. “What did she say?”

“I said I was going to Charlie’s party and she was pleased.” I answer, glancing at her.

“Your grandmother was pleased?” She smiles in disbelief and it fools me into remembering any day before today and after I met Katrina.

“Well…I did say he wasn’t your biggest fan…” I admit sheepishly.

Katrina doesn’t seem fazed and smirks. “But Charlie should love me. After all, I did let him use me as a Human shield.”

And now we’re back to the present.

“Katrina…” I breathe her name, suddenly feeling all the emotions catching up to me, swirling in my stomach.

“Jack. It’s okay. You just have to drive us to a motel or hotel. Then we’ll be fine,” Katrina’s voice is a persuasive lull. I nod, trying to keep myself in check.

It takes about half an hour for me to find a motel that is far enough away, but still close. We’re in the next town, Haresport. While Katrina unbuckles Emma, I see if we can get a room.

The logo to Haresport Regional Hotel is green and yellow with a cream hare, the town’s mascot, in the middle. It’s plastered above the front desk.

“Hello, checking in?”

“Ah, yes. Two adults, one child.” I see the lady narrow her eyes at the child but she keeps typing away.

“I’ll need an I.D.” It’s a good thing my birthday’s in September and I’m already eighteen. I missed the cutoff when I was little, that’s why Katrina and I are in the same grade.

“Sure thing,” I hand it to her and her pink nails run across my hand which is creepy. That’s when the girls come in.

“Jack, did you get us a room?” Katrina softly asks. Somewhere, sometime, maybe even yesterday, that would have been funny. Now it was imperative.

“Here’s you’re key. Number 413 in the third floor. Check out is at eleven.” We go in the elevator, me with the bags and Katrina with Emma and one of her bags. Emma’s still asleep, but I think she’ll wake up soon.

I open the door and look at Katrina, “After you, m’dear.”

We stop when I see the only queen sized bed in the room. That’s the only sleepable thing here besides the floor. Oh boy.

Author's Note

Sorry for the shortness. I'm currently trying to get over some writer's block. Anyway, can you guess what the hare symbolizes?

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