Authors: Jettie Woodruff
out, and I had no idea. I had gone into six different banks,
with six different identities and was carrying over twenty
five thousand dollars in prepaid cards. The majority of the
money had been withdrawn for the purchase of my new
home. I still didn’t even know where I was going. I had
been in four different vehicles, but at the stop of every
bank it became easier for me to walk in, withdraw my
money and leave. I never removed the black wig until my
last driver pulled into a parking garage hours later from
my escape. I knew that we were in Freemont, Nebraska,
but that was it. I had never been out of West Virginia until
I was sold to Drew Kelley almost six years prior.
We parked beside an older white Honda Civic,
and I had no idea what was going on.
“This is it, good luck to you, I need the envelope
and your phone now,” my last driver said, holding out his
hand and wishing me luck. Those were the only words that
my chauffeur had spoken to me the entire three hour trip.
He pulled the keys from the package and handed
them to me with a smile. Where the hell was I supposed to
go? The contents of my package only had information
about the banks and my identities. I didn’t know where I
was supposed to go in this car.
I got in the older car, and the black SUV pulled out
and left me alone. There was another package in the
passenger seat, along with a brown leather purse. I sat
there forever trying to pull myself together. I was scared. I
didn’t know what was out there. I had lived in a bubble
my entire life. Could I really do this? It was a little too
late for that. I was there. If I went back now, Drew would
kill me for sure. I had been gone for over three hours. I
was sure that he was beside himself.
I noticed the little black GPS stuck right in the
middle of the windshield, took a deep breath, and opened
the new packet of information. There was another phone
and papers, paper clipped together. I rummaged through
the purse and smiled a little. Lipstick, mascara, fingernail
clippers, a tiny little mirror, and a wallet. I opened the
wallet to my new identity. Riley Murphy, 1712 Long Gate
Road, Misty Bay, Maine. Was this where I was going?
Did Ms. K expect me to drive clear across the United
States in this car? I pulled out my driver’s license and
wondered who had taken the picture. I knew that it was
taken at the library even with the blue background. I was
wearing the same outfit that I had worn there not too long
before. I had a credit card, an insurance card, a social
security card, and a registration to the car, all with my
new name. I must be Riley Murphy, and that would be the
last name that I would have from my multiple identities.
I turned on the GPS, and it was already set for my
destination. I was nervous about driving. I hadn’t really
driven much, but I did just fine and was out of that city and
on to the next. I actually turned on the radio and felt myself
relax. I was free. I couldn’t believe it.
It was at that moment that I realized that I never got
the chance to thank Rebecca. I would never see her again,
and I owed her so much. I wondered if Drew would make
her leave. I assumed that he would. She was kept there to
babysit me. He didn’t need her anymore. I hoped that he
wasn’t too hard on her. I knew he would be trying to get
information out of her. I was glad that she didn’t know
anything.
My new phone rang after a couple of hours of
driving. It was Ms. K, telling me that the rest of my trip
would be left up to me. I had already figured as much. She
told me not to get off track and to go where the GPS took
me. It was already set for food and the hotels that I would
check into. She told me that she would call the next day
and not to answer the phone unless it was that number
again.
I was scared that first night in the hotel. I should
have just kept driving. I didn’t sleep a wink, waiting for
the door to burst open and find Drew or Derik. I took a
shower and pulled on the clothes that had been sent with
me. The duffle bag with my designer pant suit was left in
the second car that I had been driven in, and this was what
I had to work with. Three pairs of jeans, a couple of sweat
shirts, new panties, socks, a few shirts, and a box of
brown hair dye. I was happy to see that. I hadn’t seen my
natural brown hair since the first week that I was at
Drew’s house.
I hadn’t realized that I was talking for so long until
I looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and Dawson,
and I both had to get up for work the following day. I
looked up to him, and he smiled, kissing my lips.
“And that was almost two years ago,” I said
kissing him back.
“I’m glad you’re Riley Murphy,” he said as we
both slid down into the bed.
“Me too,” I agreed, snuggling my back to his front.
I lay in Dawson’s arm contemplating on where I
had been and where I was. I was by no means looking for
love when I ran from Drew, but that was exactly what I
found. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone as much as I loved
Dawson Bade. I had never felt the security that I felt with
him, and I knew that he truly did love me. Who else would
have loved someone as messed up as I was? I wasn’t
always going to be screwed up. I was getting stronger and
better every day, thanks to Starlight, Lauren, and my
sheriff.
I had to open the shop earlier the next day because
Dawson had to drop me off. I didn’t mind, and I was
happy to ride the short drive with my hand in his. I kissed
him, and he waited until I had the front door unlocked and
was inside before waving and pulling out.
It was fairly slow that day. I wasn’t surprised. I
wouldn’t have gone out in that cold either if I didn’t have
to. Dawson came in around one and brought me a hot roast
beef sandwich and a bowl of broccoli cheese soup from
Millie’s. He ate with me, and we sat at the table in the
empty shop, right in front of the window.
“Charlie thinks you need a starter,” Dawson said
as we ate.
“Is he going to get it fixed today?”
“No. He said it would probably be a couple of
days before he could get to it. He’s coming to tow it later
on today. What? You don’t like being escorted to work in
my cruiser?” Dawson teased.
“I love it,” I smiled. “I’ve been thinking about
something, Daw,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Where are we going to live once we are
married?”
“I don’t know. Where do you want to live?”
“Well, your house is bigger, but mine is closer to
the ocean, and I kind of like being close to Lauren.”
“You have got to be joking. That girl is a pain in
my ass. You know she is only your friend because you
feed her, don’t you?”
“She is a pain in the ass,” I agreed, “but you still
have to love her.”
“You have to love her. I don’t. I have to go, Ry.
I’ll come and get you at six.”
“Call me when you get off. If I am this slow, I
might just close up an hour early.”
Dawson kissed me goodbye, and I cleaned up our
lunch trash.
***
long Maine winter. I pretty much lived at Dawson’s for the
entire winter. He was in love with his fireplace, and my
house was not equipped with one. March wasn’t warm,
but at least it wasn’t freezing either. I was not looking
forward to the trip to Las Vegas again, even though I was
when Star had first told me about it. The closer it got the
more and more I hated the idea. I hated the idea of being
away from Dawson for four days, and although I knew I
was being silly, I still feared running into Drew or
someone seeing me. I didn’t know who. I never got to
know anyone there except for Jena, and now that I had Star
and Lauren, I knew that Jena and I were never truly
friends. Not like what I had with Star and Lauren anyway.
I was looking forward to the hot weather. That part
I was excited about. I was anxious to wear shorts, a skirt,
and short sleeves, anything but the winter coat that had
become attached to me over the past few months.
Starlight left almost two weeks before our
scheduled trip. Her daughter Moonie would be
accompanying us on the trip and Star was going there first
and flying out with her. I was picking up a rental car and
would meet them the same day in our shared hotel room.
We did need to visit the many vendors and come up with
some new merchandise for the shop. Tourist season in
Misty Bay was right around the corner, and if we were as
busy as the previous summer, we would need all the
merchandise that we could get.
On Saturday night, Dawson, me, Lauren and Joel
built a fire outside, roasted hotdogs and drank a few beers.
It was cold out, but the heat from the fire made it
comfortable. We were having a good time when my
cellphone rang with an unidentified number. It was Star’s
daughter Moonie, letting me know that her mother had
broken her ankle and was having surgery as we spoke. She
wanted to inform me that they were not going to make the
trip to Vegas. Star still wanted me to go and said that her
two friends Wendy and Marsha, who I had met the last
time, along with her sister, Sunny would still be there. I
was disappointed. I was looking forward to my weekend
with Star and Moonie.
“You should just go with me, Dawson,” I
suggested after hanging up with Moonie.
“Yeah, well, had I known Star was going to break
her leg a week before you were leaving, I would have. It’s
too late for me to get vacation now.”
“Lauren?” I looked to my friend for help.
“Sorry, I’m in the same boat,” she replied. “I need
more than a week to get vacation too.”
“Joel?” I joked.
“Sure, why not,” he teased.
I was a little apprehensive about going alone
although I wouldn’t actually be alone. I would have
Marsha and Wendy, and Sunny was now going to be my
roommate. I knew I would have a blast with the free spirit.
She was a lot like Star.
Chapter 13
Dawson drove me to the airport on Thursday
morning.
“I told you the last time that you did this that I
didn’t like it,” he said, sitting in an airport chair beside me
while I waited for my flight to start boarding.
“I told you to come with me,” I countered, just as
we heard my flight called.
He carried my bag as far as they would let him.
“I love you. I’ll call you during my layover in
Chicago,” I said, holding him tightly around his neck.
“I’ll be waiting. Hurry back to me. I love you.”
I settled into the window seat and stared out the
tiny window, reflecting on where I was. I never met Ms. K
in my life, but I owed her my life. I hated to think about
living with Drew, having his baby, and never having a life
of my own. I felt safer and secure in Misty Bay then I ever
had in my life, and of course I was madly in love with my
sheriff.
I did call Dawson and talked to him the whole
forty five minute layover in Chicago, and then again when
I was safely in my hotel room in Vegas. I walked down to
the dining room around seven with Marsha, Sunny, and
Wendy for supper. Star’s sister returned to my room with
me. I loved Sunny almost as much as Star. She painted my
finger and toenails with a neon green polish with black
tips. It wasn’t my style at all, but I laughed and told her
that I loved it.
The swap meet was just as epic as I remembered it
from the last time, and there were even more vendors. I
knew I would be paying for extra weight on the way home.
It was only the first day, and I had seven catalogues of the
neatest novelty items ever.
We went out for supper that night and had a blast
once again. We had walked to the restaurant, and Sunny
and Marsha had gotten a little intoxicated. Wendy and I
told them both several times to quiet down as we walked
back to our rooms.
The next day was just as much fun. I found a