• Evan was out of the tent. I felt so alone when he left to get food. But I didn't dare to ask to go with him to hunt. Before this day, I was tied up and sobbing my eyes out. But then we actually cared about each other.

    But soon....I wondered...He never left when I was with him awake, he always said he had unfinished business and showed up with scars, but the most strangest thing was, I felt like he didn't love me. So, I left.

    It was early. I know he was going to be gone for a few days "hunting" as he said, so I thought I would take advantage for this time and leave. The thought of my house and mom and dad warmed me. I started running to get to my house. There it is! I thought in an exasperated sigh. The little picket fence, still pearly white. I rushed inside. I then heard voices talking. "I can't believe a person just swooped in and stole her away from us, Joe!" A woman's voice wept. Mom!

    Suddenly I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Evan. "No." I whispered to him. "I won't go back." "You have to. You're in grave danger right now. When I saw you leav-" He said cutting off his sentence when he saw the look on my face. He hung his head guiltily. "I guess one might call me a stalker. I watch you everywhere. When you change, when you eat, everything." He said trying to be calm without laughing.

    I couldn't see my own parents. Why?! I rushed out without a sound, tears falling down my face. I wasn't even going to try to get past him. I ran under a bridge and curled into a ball. I remembered my mom's voice inside my head. No one could take that away. I felt Evan's gentle but strong hands pull me into his arms. He kissed my hand. "I'm sorry love, I really wish I could take you back." He whispered to me. "If you loved me you would." I cried. "I do love you!" He almost shouted at me.

    He dropped me quickly and climbed on me. "Now. Please know, that I....stole....you for your own good. Your kind isn't safe by themselves." He said sitting on my stomach. My stomach quenched and thrust and I felt breakfast come up to me. He jumped up and I crawled over to a pit in the ground. There, I puked. We stayed there the whole night. I just kept puking and puking into holes. Finally, my stomach gurgled because of hunger.

    I was at the holes for 2 days and I was very skinny and weak. "Kylie?" Evan asked. "Go away. I don't want to talk to you." I breathed. He smiled worriedly. "You've lost way to much weight. I'm getting really worried. How can you puke so much? What happened.?" He asked anyway. "To many questions." I groaned curling up in the tall grass where it was clear and in perfect view of the abandoned bridge.

    Evan sighed and walked away to get food. He appeared out of nowhere, and kissed me on my cheek. I swatted him away angrily. I was very mad at Evan. The truth was that I was homesick. So I puked because I hadn't seen any of my family members. I cried whenever Evan left. I wasn't sad he left, I was sad because I wasn't string enough to run or walk home.

    Someday I could go back. Just not today or tomorrow. Or pro bally for another week. I was sick. I wanted my mom there hugging me saying I will be better. I want to leave. So many I wants filled my head. So I let them out in a sigh, and drifted to sleep.

    To Be Continued....