SEVENTY NINE 🌸

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"I TOLD you to run

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"I TOLD you to run." His voice carried like the wind and I stood up to check he was really real. "Now, we run." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the horse field.

"Arlo!" I struggled on my feet, pushing through my pain. He was bloodied and beaten, I could see he was in pain too but neither of us paused our footsteps.

"I don't think he's following us, in here." He pointed towards an old run-down stable. It looked like it grew with the flowers in the field. Like somehow the stable had always been there as if grown from seed.

As we got closer a light clicked on, mosquitos and moths zapped at the lantern - happy to be in the light. Arlo and I stuck to the shadows, hobbling inside this old stable to take shelter.

The stable had no electricity, the timbers were aged and damp. Moonlight streamed in from the holey roof illuminating the dust like ethereal confetti. Two horses stood enclosed behind a small wall, they stood up to investigate us but then returned to their positions on a bed of straw.

"Your dad is fucking crazier than me." He ran his finger through his hair and I pounced at him, clinging to him like Syrian wrap.

He raked through my hair gently and kissed my head. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I shook my head, ignoring the throb of my ankle. It wasn't important.

"Are you?" He shook his head, but he was. I guess he didn't think his injuries were important either.

"We can't go back there, obviously. We're gonna have to spend the night in here and then leave at first light." He sat down on a barrel of hay and removed his wet socks. Neither of us had shoes on and the concrete was leaving tingles on my feet.

The rumble of my fathers car sounded in the distance, Arlo and I popped our head out of the door and looked out at the blurring headlights. He was leaving, probably to continue his search elsewhere.

"I've got a really big problem Blossom." The waning moon gleamed down on his face from one of the holes, it lit up his blushing demeanour and shy eyes.

"What?" I asked, joining him on the hay barrel.

"All my meds, they're in that hotel room and if I don't take them regularly, on time things are gonna get bad."

"Oh." I offered thoughtfully.

"They emitted me in the hospital after you left. Lola managed to get me out after three months but I'm not better. I'm not really controlled. My moods are so temperamental right now, one slip up with my meds could cost me everything.

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