I wake up the next morning at 3. Okay, it's time to find Jack. I get dressed and slide out of my window. I look back into my room.
"I'm sorry, dad." I whisper. I take off running on my injured ankle, but I don't care. I just wanna get to Jack. I spread my wings and flap hard. I twist and fall. Okay, looks like I'm running. He said far away, and the only place far away we know is...
"Tayler?!"
I twirl around, and nearly cry.
"Jack!" I shout. He runs towards me, his head bandaged. I limp as fast as I can to him, using my wing for a boost into his arms. He holds me close to him and try's to regain his breath.
"They took you away, and I thought they were gonna kill you-"
"Jack, it's okay!" I smile, and he brushes my cheek.
"What're we gonna do? Now they know where you live, and-"
"What if I moved." I say to quickly. Jack blinks.
"No, please don't go-"
"I mean if I moved in with you." I chuckle. He shrugs.
"If that's what's gonna keep you safe." He smiles. I hug him again.
"I thought you died." I whisper.
"I almost did. And when they took you- I didn't really care if I did or not." He whispers back. It's chilly and the dew soaks through my sneakers, but I don't move. Suddenly my phone pings.
Drake: Hey, can we talk? I heard what happened to you and I'm really worried.
I blink and text back 'yea' just as Jack notices. He clenches his jaw.
"He's trying to get you back?" He demands. I nod.
"I'm sure he will try." I say. Jack releases me like Im a disease.
"I'll cya at school, okay Tay?" He offers a small smile. I blink, feeling cold.
"Yea. Cya at school." I agree.