BitterSweet - 1

Chappie 10

"Ew. Ew. Ewwwy. Yuck, disgusting,"

"Scarlett shut up!" Clay hissed at me. I stared him,

"But it's ewww." It was the ewwyist thing I'd ever seen in all my life. "It's not natural. It's wrong, it should be against the law, it...." Clay spun around and glared at me,

"It's two snail on top of each other Scarlett. Get over it." He grumbled,

"But they're like, doing it, and there's slime. Oh ewww. Don't they care where they do it?" I looked up and stared at Clay who was straining in pain. He was sewing up his arm, and to be honest that was even ewwwy than the snails having slimy s*x in front on me on the tree. He poured more vodka on the bullet hole and shuddered, "Clay if your just gonna waste that vodka on your arm..."

"I'm not wasting it. It numbs the pain." He shuddered again. Sweat dripped down his brow as he shivered in pain. I wanted to help but I couldn't. There was blood covering his whole arm and hands. He groaned in agony,

"Well it's not working." I mumbled and reached out for the bottle. They say alcohol helps you forget your problems. Maybe just a drop wouldn't hurt me? I tipped it up and swallowed the vodka, and spat it out.

"Urgh that's horrible" I urged. Clay looked at me with his cute green eyes. Aw, he was so hot, even if it was a solider Rambo kinda way right now. His arm looked nasty and ew,

"Don't drink it Scarlett. I may need it later." He sighed standing up, only stumbling slightly,

"You need to get to the hospital and I need to call my dad." I muttered,

"Well you can't call anyone right now, just like I can't go hospital." He went to the car and started pulling things out; another bag, a jacket, another long bag and a small wallet, "Here...carry this." Clay threw the huge bag at me. It thudded on the floor at my bare feet. It was as heavy as a gorilla,

"It's too heavy. How am I mean to carry this?" I moaned at him. Clay was already walking away, caring his bags on his shoulders,

"I'm carrying mine." He smirked,

"That's because your strong!"

"Get strong then, quick." He called back to me. Who did he think I was? I couldn't carry it. I heaved the bag on my shoulders, and stumbled under it's weight almost walking into the snail s*x tree,

"Stupid jerk." I mumbled.

*****

*****

"Can we stop now?" I whined as we crossed a small farm road,

"No." He replied and climbed over a fence which led into a green field full of fluffy sheep. I swear on my sunnies, we had been walking three hours non stop, no breaks, no food and the sun was still hot even though it was almost setting. My bare feet were red with blood and blisters. I have never lost so much blood in all my life. I could feel the seven hundred cuts and bruises swelling up and scaring my skin. A blister popped and I winced. I had tried to tell Clay about it loads of times but he told me to stop moaning. I suppose when your arm had, had a bullet wedged inside of you, you're not in a happy mood. The fluffy sheep baaed at me as we walked passed them,

"Aw cute little baby sheep!" A little lamby thing with too much wool ran away from us, "Aw so sweet." And done a steaming poo on its own leg. "Eww, that's disgusting!" I heard Clay chuckle in front of me. The sun still shone down, but I had my sunnies on. I was actually quite happy they lasted this long. They were limited edition and epic sun glasses. I was tired, my whole body yearned for a break, or to sleep. Sleep. Sleeping sounded good right now. If I didn't sleep soon I swear I was going to turn into a zombie thing,

"I really really really need to stop!" I shouted at Clay. I was hungry, thirsty and it was a Tuesday, so I was going to miss vampire diaries. To say I was not happy would be an understatement,

"You see those tree's down there." Clay pointed at the bottom of the field,

"Yeah!" I asked happy that we were so close to where we were going to rest,

"Well we're not stopping there." He laughed and jogged away from me. How can he be happy? How can he even run? God he was a freak. A hot sexy freak though. I tried not to think about home, or Gorilla or James. It was kinda working for a minute. I was managing to keep my thoughts away from this morning. We hadn't seen any of the men that were following us yet, but Clay said it was only a matter of time before they found the smashed up car in the woods and then they would be on the right track. I was scared. They had after all killed people, my friend. I hobbled down to the tree's trying not to stand on the popped blister and watched Clay unpack his bag,

"Are we stopping?" I asked,

"I need to stop. I don't want to but my arm is killing me." He mumbled and pulled out long metal poles, "Do you know how to put up a tent?" He asked me,

"A what?"...

******

A fox barked inside the tree's. I shuddered,

"You cold?" Clay asked poking around with a small glowing fire,

"No." I mumbled and watched the burgers sizzling on the flames. It was dark, shadows roamed around us and into the woods. A full moon loomed down on our small tent. I wished I was at home. I wished I could watch Vampire diaries. I wished James was... I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and gazed around. The noise from the woods was super creepy, like horror movie creepy. An owl hooting and crickets buzzing softly. Twigs snapped for no reason, and the leaves rustled on a gentle breeze. Cue the crazy man and epic freaky music. I watched Clay who was still eatable and not too crazy,

"You liked that man on the gate didn't you?" I asked Clay. He smiled,

"His name was Trev. Yeah he was a good man." He mumbled, "Listen Scarlett. I know this is all new to you. I know you have no idea what's happening and if I'm honest, I don't know much." He paused and I waited with baited breath for him to continue, "I got a call from your dad. He told me to get you and to run. To not stop running but I was too late by the time I got down from your house, those men were there and..." He didn't have to finish the sentence. Clay passed me a burger which he had cooled down. I took it and stuffed it in my mouth too hungry to care what it tasted like, but it was kinda good,

"Is dad OK?" I asked when I had finished eating it,

"Honestly? I don't know." He muttered softly. I stared at him in the light from the fire. He looked hot as usual but sad.

"Where are we going?" I needed to know some things like if I was ever going home,

"Anywhere for now." He laughed at my shocked face, "I'll see tomorrow. We should be near a small town and we can stop there, get cleaned up and then, well I don't know but I'll figure something out." He frowned and looked up at the stars, "If someone told me this time yesterday I'd be stuck in a field with some sheep and you I would have laughed in their face." He mumbled and looked at me. Oh god he was something else. He was stunning. I wanted to stare into his green depths of forest eyes all night but he only smiled at me, "You should go into the tent and try to sleep. I'll be in a bit." He flushed softly in the fire light,

"I don't think 'll sleep much." I muttered and slipped inside one of the two sleeping bags. Two sleeping bags? Which means Clay was going to sleep in here with me. Oh my god. My cheeks were heating up at the thought. I would never be able to sleep with him in here. I would just want to stare at him all night, but even as I was thinking it, my eyes were drooping and I fell into the deep clutches of a nightmare.