“If I regret coming along, I’ll leave you the moment I start to doubt.” Otis replied, not even looking up from the paper he was writing on. He set the pen down on the counter and beckoned for Penny to follow him to his sister’s room. He grabbed a rucksack out of his own room and held it towards her. “Some of her t-shirts and jumpers might be a bit oversized, she likes that kind of thing. She’s got a lot of grunge, but of pastel, some normal stuff. Just take what you want. She’s at college anyway.”
Penny smiled a bit at the grunge-y clothing. “My sister likes grunge too,” she said, thinking of her sister and wondering if she would ever see her again. She did her best to not get emotional in front of this near-stranger. “Thank you.” She took the rucksack from him and went through the clothes, mostly picking the more normal looking ones, but took one or two oversized t-shirts as well because they reminded her of her sister.
“Don't mention it, besides I have no doubt that we’re going to be on the road for a while.” Otis smiled before leaving the room. He went into his parents room, rummaging through the closet until finding the compartment hidden in the base. Inside was a box and a large jar of money. His parents were prepared for anything, even potentially losing their son. After finding out that he wasn’t normal, and being the paranoid conspiracy theorists that they were, they had planned for something like this to happen at some point in Otis’ life.
A knock came at front door, and it didn’t sound pleasant. “Penny!” He called, taking the money and box and flying to his own room. “We need to leave.”
Frantically he began compiling his own things into a large bag, taking only one spare jacket. He shoved his car keys and spare wallet into the jacket he was already wearing, just before another, much louder knock, came from the door. He ran back into his sister’s room. “We need to go.”
Note, keys, wallet.. that should be everything he needed on hand right? Dare he take his father’s hunting rifles?
Penny’s mind raced, and she quickly double checked everything she had on her, which wasn’t much. A wallet, her keys, and the clothes that Otis had given her pretty much summed it up. “Okay,” she agreed, glancing around as she finished packing what she could, and threw the rucksack onto her back. “Let’s get out of here.”
Otis made a quick stop by a cupboard under the stairs, there was no way his father would ever forgive him if he took the hunting rifles, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get away with taking anything else. Not like the Beretta 92 FS would be missed.
Just as another loud bang hit the front door, Otis jumped back, locking the cupboard as quickly as he could with shaking hands. "Come on." he found Penny, taking her hand, running through the back of the house to the door that lead to the garage.
He stuffed the gun into his jacket pocket, opening the door to the garage. His little Ford Fiesta was waiting for them, and they would have been out of there sooner if his hand wasn't shaking so much—though eventually he unlocked the car. "Get in.."
Penny nodded and got into the passenger seat, buckling the seat belt with a soft click. She glanced around nervously, terrified that at any moment the two of them would be caught. It still amazed her that this boy who she had barely met was willing to go with her, but she also felt immense gratitude for him.
(Okay so where would be a good place to take the two characters?)
(idk probably a big city bc it’s easy to get lost so maybe like la, las vegas, nashville, nyc, etc.)
(by that i meant easy to lose those dudes bc in a small town they’d stick out)
