I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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As sunlight roused more colours from the sleepy monochrome of night Arlo and I snuck out of the stable with plans to get in his car and drive as far away from Fresco as we possibly could but the closer we got to his abandoned white Audi we knew that plan wasn't going to become a reality.
"No! Are you serious?" He darted around his car, all four of his tires had been blown out by a single shotgun bullet. He banged his fist against the metallic roof and clenched his jaw. "We're gonna have to leave it."
"But it's your car." I debated, feeling ridiculously guilty because all of this was my fault.
"It's just a car." He answered in dismay. He pulled open the door and grabbed a power cable. "Let's go."
We collected some Wellington boots from the stables, they were mucky and covered in cobwebs but were a lot better than running around town in just our socks. Arlo guided the way although he didn't know this town but together we had one simple goal, don't get seen.
"You're gonna think I'm crazy." He said as he grasped hold of my hand and led us through the shadows of dawn. I gave him a pointed look and he smirked. "Okay, crazier." He clarified. "But if your dad is searching for us around town, it's gonna mean he's not home. We need food, clothes, a power outlet to charge my phone and money."
"You want to go to my house?"
"You got anyone else in this town you can trust?" I thought about Sophia, she was the one who told my father everything. I thought about Aiden, he made his views on Arlo crystal clear. Blue wouldn't help and Kara hated me, she had no reason to help.
"My house is up this way." I pointed up the winding road and he took a deep breath before heading in that direction.
I took him past our church, that was the central gather place for town meetings, we dipped down behind the three foot brick wall and peered through the railings. The doors were closed but my fathers Mustang was parked out front, he was likely to be barking his orders at the towns folk whilst Mr and Mrs Mitchell poured refreshments and handed out stale cookies.
Pastor Blue would try to downgrade the witch hunt, he would say Arlo compromised me against my will. Which, even in that horrific scenario it would still somehow fall back on being my fault.
"Your dad, he's fond of these little garden ornaments?" Arlo asked, eyeing up the snails, hares and hedgehogs decoratively placed in our path. I shrugged, I didn't really know what my father was fond of. He was just a force of power held over me, we didn't actually bond.
He stomped his Wellington boot down on the snail, smashing the pottery in one thump. I frowned at the shattered display in front of me and something pulled on my heart strings as he kicked the second ornament, smashing it up. His foot hovered in the air above the third one and I grabbed his arm.
