Running From You

Jane Hendricks hated her life.

All the money in the world couldn't buy her freedom, which was ironic because she had a lot of it. She wanted to scream, hoped that some deity somewhere would hear her cry for help and run to her aid. At twenty-four, she was everything she ever hoped to be: beautiful, rich, and hopelessly in love with the man of her dreams.

The only problem was he wasn't the man her parents wanted for her. From the age of five, she'd been told constantly who she was going to marry. She was betrothed to some rich kid who probably didn't know how to do his own laundry or brew a decent cup of coffee.

It was settled; there was no going back. The wedding was to take place on her twenty-fifth birthday, three days away. Jane frowned at her dressing mirror. Didn't she matter? Did her wants and desires mean so little to her parents? Preparations had been made. Her wedding dress was hanging in her closet, practically mocking her. Her mother had been over the moon with excitement. Word had been sent to newspapers regarding the blissful union of the two richest families in Los Angeles, whose beloved children would soon be bound in holy matrimony.

Jane would rather sew her head to a carpet than marry some dickhead she'd never even seen before. She'd be miserable her entire life. It was bad enough that her parents had pulled her into a career in business when she had wanted to pursue painting. Now they wanted to dictate who she'd spend the rest of her life with too?

Her twin brother, Matt, was a pussy. Desperate for their father's approval, he never did anything that might anger the old man. Running to him for help would be futile. Her younger sister, Grace, was just sixteen. Her opinion wouldn't start to matter to their parents until she was much older, so that was a dead end too.

Jane had tried talking to her parents herself, had tried to get them to see reason, but it had been a waste of time. Apparently, the family company meant more to them than she did. She was just another method to make more money.

Jane hissed. To hell with this, her mind cursed. She wasn't doing it. Nobody got to tell her how to live her life. She'd had to break up with Elijah, which was one of the hardest, most painful things she'd ever done. How could she now explain that she was marrying someone else?

She stood from the stool she'd been sitting on and walked to her window. Small arms wrapped around her middle as she looked out over her family's estate. The sun shone brightly on the rose bushes under her window, coloring their buds a sharp red. What was she going to do?

What did he even look like? She'd never bothered to find out. The only time she'd asked about him, her parents had told her he wasn't in the country, and that had been so many years ago now that the memory was fuzzy. He supposedly wasn't a fan of cameras, so he stayed out of the limelight. From what she'd heard, his parents didn't have any pictures of him as an adult either.

For a while, their engagement had been bearable. He'd stayed out of her life, and she'd stayed out of his. In fact, one could say she'd forgotten about him.

Once in a while, her mother would give her jewelry and say it was a gift from him. Jane had never believed her. He didn't know her, so why would he be sending her gifts? The jewels were always expensive too: a gold necklace, a diamond ring, bracelets made up of real gemstones. Jane had stacked them in a big shoe box, which she then stuffed deep in her closet. She didn't care for trinkets.

"But I don't love him," she'd said to her mother when she'd handed her his most recent gift.

Her mother had smiled softly, her hand gracefully brushing Jane's left cheek. "You will grow to love him, just like I did your father."

Hell no.

Her parents would kill her, but she just couldn't. It was impossible to stay complacent at a time like this. This was a huge decision, and she wanted to be the one to make the choice when she was ready.

The small bag she'd grabbed from her closet was already full of clothes when she stopped short, the gears in her head turning. She couldn't very well walk out of her house with a bag filled with clothes and expect nobody to do a thing about it, and there was absolutely no way she was sneaking out her window like a thief.

Shrugging, Jane threw the bag into the open closet. Closing it after, she made sure nothing looked out of the ordinary. She grabbed her purse from her dresser, checking to make sure her card was there. Whatever she needed, she'd buy on the way. For now, she just needed to get as far away from home as possible.

Jane shrugged, trying to keep her conscience from beating her heart into oblivion. She didn't have time to feel bad. Three days, and she'd be back. Okay, maybe four. After all the wedding nonsense had calmed down.

Her brother was the only person in the downstairs parlor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Matt was easy to deal with.

"And just where are you off to, young lady?"

His words stopped her in her tracks. Jane turned, rolling her eyes.

"I'm ten minutes older than you, stupid. You're the young one."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I'm just going for a stroll. What's it to you?" She placed her hands firmly on her hips in a defiant stance.

Matt's eyes scrutinized her, and for a minute, Jane actually thought he could see through her.

"Okay, but don't be late. You need to rest. Beauty sleep, and all that crap."

Jane released a long breath.

Rest, my ass.

Jane drove for hours, until she couldn't feel her hands. Her whole body ached, and she moaned in pain when her legs touched the ground and she was able to stretch again. All the wedding planning had taken a toll on her, both mentally and physically. She had no idea what she was doing or where she would go from here—and not just in the literal sense.

The future seemed dim. She rested a hip on the car's hood, folding her arms across her chest. Spending her life with someone she didn't know? Ha! What if he had only one leg and that was the reason their parents had kept them from each other until the last minute, when it was too late to turn back?

Hell, what if she had only one leg?

Was he even okay with this? He? She didn't even know his fucking name!

Jane almost screamed. God, her family was going to be the death of her. She reached into the car and grabbed her purse. Though she didn't want to, she would abandon the car here. No point in taking it. Her father would have it tracked and find her instantly. She was already nervous enough about leaving it too close to wherever it was she was going. Slamming the door to the driver's seat, she looped her small purse over her shoulder and started moving.

Her eyes roamed the deserted road as she walked. She didn't know where she was. Google maps wasn't an option seeing as she'd left her phone in the car. No doubt her father would have that tracked too. It didn't matter anyway. She was sure there was something ahead, and at the moment, she was too tired to care about anything else. A hot bath and a delicious meal, and she would be able to breathe again.

***

Jane had been walking for what seemed like two hours when a town came into view. It was calm and peaceful, and Jane thought she could live there for the rest of her life. Grace would've loved it. The evening sun was bright, almost dreamy on the buildings. There were big lights decorating the signs resting on the tops of shops. A few people walked down the road.

She found a small store and wandered inside.

Rows of clothes and shoes instantly came into view. There were a lot of bikinis too. Her eyes caught on a red one-piece, and she fingered it dreamily.

"You like?"

She spun around to see a teenage girl smirking at her. She shook her head. "Uh…yeah, but I'm not going to buy it. I mean, where would I wear it?"

The girl chuckled. "New to town?"

Jane nodded sheepishly, wondering if she'd said the wrong thing.

"I'm Claire, by the way. Welcome to Stormbrooke. There are a few beaches here, and we love the water. We usually only get visitors certain times of the year because the town's about as touristy as they come. What brings you here?"

Jane liked her. It was weird, but she kind of reminded Jane of herself before her parents had taken it upon themselves to ruin her life.

"I'm Jane, and I'm, uh, just visiting. I have a lot of free time on my hands."

Claire laughed. Her sandy blonde hair bobbed up and down with her head as she talked, and her eyes shone with excitement. Jane figured she didn't get to do this every day, make new friends.

"Well, Jane, that color would look good on you. You should buy it. Who knows, you might end up liking the water just as much as we do. And if you don't know how to swim, I can teach you."

Jane couldn't have stopped her smile even if she'd wanted to. "I'd like that." It wasn't necessary to tell the young girl that she already knew how to swim.

Jane did by the bikini, along with a bunch of other things to wear. Claire acted as her personal shopper. By the time she was leaving the store, her head felt less heavy and she had a wide smile on her face.

Hmm, maybe this won't be so bad.

"See ya!" Claire called loudly, waving her small hand vigorously.

Jane laughed as she reached the front door. "Bye."

Claire had given her directions to a small diner with a spare room to rent. God, she loved that girl. Talk about killing two birds with one stone. Her stomach grumbled angrily, and she began her journey in search of the little establishment that could very well save her life.

***

Macy's wasn't hard to find. It was at the center of town from what Claire had told her. After ordering some eggs and pancakes with bacon, she sat down in a corner. She wondered whether her family had figured it out back at home. Was her mother out of her mind with worry? Nah, Jane thought, more like anger. The meal came almost immediately. Jane wasted no time digging in, and she ordered seconds a short while later.

"Damn, I love me a girl with an appetite."

The voice was deep and sultry, and if you'd asked her, Jane would've sworn it had made her very core buzz. Jesus. Her head snapped up. She knew her mouth was full and she looked like something out of a horror movie, but she couldn't stop staring.

The man was handsome. Jane wasn't sure exactly how, but he looked like an angel who had just dropped from heaven. His sex appeal was out of this world, and the smirk on his face wasn't helping. The black shirt he wore hugged his body like a second skin, bulging biceps sticking out like a sore thumb.

There were men like this in this town?

Thank you, Jesus!

Jane chewed quickly, rearranging her features after her last swallow. "Who gives a shit what you like?"