From My Broken Home to the Gilman, chapter 2
*A couple days later, Ringo's P.O.V.*
The trip is actually going better than Maria planned. We're already a quarter of the way there. We haven't stayed at any hotels or anything; we needed to spare the money we did have as much as we could.
I felt bad; we had to get up after only three hours of sleep all night. I kept hoping that soon, someone would show up that could help. Maria and I were running down the sidewalk. She was about two steps ahead of me when I just collapsed. She stopped, came over and sat by me and said "We need to take a longer break. We don't have to sleep, just take a breather. We can even stay here if you like." So I stayed exactly where I was. A couple seconds later we watched some strange punk dude walk into the store behind us.
*Maria's P.O.V.*
I watched this guy walk into the store. He seemed so familiar, but I had no idea who he was. About two minutes later he came back out and walked over towards Ringo and I. he knelt down and held his hand out to help Ringo up. Ringo got up then he knelt back down to help me up. He didn't look at all like anybody I knew. He had black hair and brown eyes and really pale white skin. Even though he was so pale, he was still good looking. He wasn't like one of those dudes who goes to the gym and works out, but he wasn't some shrimpy skater punk. He was in perfect shape. Then he said "My name's Mark; who are you and what the hell are you doing?" I didn't say anything, but kept spacing off.
Ringo answered "I'm Ringo and she's Maria and we're leaving Nevada."
Then Mark asked "So, where exactly do you guys plan on going?" I snapped out of it and blurted out "We're running away to Oakland!" He looked at me kind of weird then said "From Nevada?"
"Yeah, actually we were... Do you have any idea how much further we have to go?" Ringo asked.
I looked up at Mark hopefully. He was about three inches taller than me and Ringo. He sighed, then said "No, but I guess I'll help you guys get there... " I was so happy that he decided to help us. I jumped up and gave him a hug. A couple seconds later, he was trying to pry me off of him. "Could you let me breathe!?! Damn!"
Ringo came over and picked me off him. "So sorry!" I said with a big grin.
"Sorry about that, maybe she'll be better as soon as we get to California... " Ringo said to Mark.
Mark looked confused. "Better?" he asked.
"I can't tell you. She'll tell you when she knows you better or when she feels like it... something like that." Ringo quietly explained.
*Mark's P.O.V.*
'What the hell's wrong with these girls?' I thought. Then I began planning their trip for them. "Ok, first things first: it's best if sleep during the day and travel during the night. It's easier to slip out that way. It's about 2:00 now, so we'll sleep from now until it's dark out." I lead Maria and Ringo to an abandoned apartment. They both seemed excited to see the place.
Then Ringo asked "Where will we sleep?"
I looked around and said "I don't know... I'll sleep on the couch if you guys want to share the bed."
Maria jumped up and hugged me again, then said "Sorry about hugging you again, but thanks for letting us sleep on the bed!"
I hugged her back and said "It's ok as long as I can breathe. Ok, you need to sleep now!" I let go of her. Ringo was already on one side of the bed. Maria walked over and fell on the other side and was asleep within minutes.
I waited until Ringo and Maria were defiantly asleep; I wasn't that tired and I noticed that Maria's arm was like a giant bruise with a few scars. I wanted to know if it was just her arm that was like that or what. I began to lift up her shirt (not all the way!) just enough to where I could see half of her back. She had quite a few scars and some scattered bruises. 'Damn... ' I thought. 'What the hell have you been doing? Why are you so beat up?' I put her shirt back down and quietly moved away. I began to wonder if Ringo was like that too... so I went over and looked at her arm. She was beat up pretty good too. Her back is where all of her bruises were. 'Well,' I figured. 'I should probably get some sleep... ' and I walked over to the couch and fell asleep.
The trip is actually going better than Maria planned. We're already a quarter of the way there. We haven't stayed at any hotels or anything; we needed to spare the money we did have as much as we could.
I felt bad; we had to get up after only three hours of sleep all night. I kept hoping that soon, someone would show up that could help. Maria and I were running down the sidewalk. She was about two steps ahead of me when I just collapsed. She stopped, came over and sat by me and said "We need to take a longer break. We don't have to sleep, just take a breather. We can even stay here if you like." So I stayed exactly where I was. A couple seconds later we watched some strange punk dude walk into the store behind us.
*Maria's P.O.V.*
I watched this guy walk into the store. He seemed so familiar, but I had no idea who he was. About two minutes later he came back out and walked over towards Ringo and I. he knelt down and held his hand out to help Ringo up. Ringo got up then he knelt back down to help me up. He didn't look at all like anybody I knew. He had black hair and brown eyes and really pale white skin. Even though he was so pale, he was still good looking. He wasn't like one of those dudes who goes to the gym and works out, but he wasn't some shrimpy skater punk. He was in perfect shape. Then he said "My name's Mark; who are you and what the hell are you doing?" I didn't say anything, but kept spacing off.
Ringo answered "I'm Ringo and she's Maria and we're leaving Nevada."
Then Mark asked "So, where exactly do you guys plan on going?" I snapped out of it and blurted out "We're running away to Oakland!" He looked at me kind of weird then said "From Nevada?"
"Yeah, actually we were... Do you have any idea how much further we have to go?" Ringo asked.
I looked up at Mark hopefully. He was about three inches taller than me and Ringo. He sighed, then said "No, but I guess I'll help you guys get there... " I was so happy that he decided to help us. I jumped up and gave him a hug. A couple seconds later, he was trying to pry me off of him. "Could you let me breathe!?! Damn!"
Ringo came over and picked me off him. "So sorry!" I said with a big grin.
"Sorry about that, maybe she'll be better as soon as we get to California... " Ringo said to Mark.
Mark looked confused. "Better?" he asked.
"I can't tell you. She'll tell you when she knows you better or when she feels like it... something like that." Ringo quietly explained.
*Mark's P.O.V.*
'What the hell's wrong with these girls?' I thought. Then I began planning their trip for them. "Ok, first things first: it's best if sleep during the day and travel during the night. It's easier to slip out that way. It's about 2:00 now, so we'll sleep from now until it's dark out." I lead Maria and Ringo to an abandoned apartment. They both seemed excited to see the place.
Then Ringo asked "Where will we sleep?"
I looked around and said "I don't know... I'll sleep on the couch if you guys want to share the bed."
Maria jumped up and hugged me again, then said "Sorry about hugging you again, but thanks for letting us sleep on the bed!"
I hugged her back and said "It's ok as long as I can breathe. Ok, you need to sleep now!" I let go of her. Ringo was already on one side of the bed. Maria walked over and fell on the other side and was asleep within minutes.
I waited until Ringo and Maria were defiantly asleep; I wasn't that tired and I noticed that Maria's arm was like a giant bruise with a few scars. I wanted to know if it was just her arm that was like that or what. I began to lift up her shirt (not all the way!) just enough to where I could see half of her back. She had quite a few scars and some scattered bruises. 'Damn... ' I thought. 'What the hell have you been doing? Why are you so beat up?' I put her shirt back down and quietly moved away. I began to wonder if Ringo was like that too... so I went over and looked at her arm. She was beat up pretty good too. Her back is where all of her bruises were. 'Well,' I figured. 'I should probably get some sleep... ' and I walked over to the couch and fell asleep.
