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  Unavoidable

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  Yara Greathouse

  Unavoidable

  Copyright © 2014 by Yara Greathouse

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Published by Yara Greathouse, PO Box 483, Rockwall, TX 75087

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my grandmother, Margarita de Fernandez, who taught me to read and write before I started to attend school, showed me that my imagination was a powerful tool and told me stories of the good old days to make me laugh.

  Mami – I love you, I miss you and we will reunite again, one sweet day.

  Chapter 1

  Brianna

  (A little over three years ago)

  Some people expect greatness out of life. My only expectation was survival. You can say someone has bad luck when they are able to crawl out of a fire pit after years of torture only to fall into a lion’s den, but I am strong enough to survive both and scared enough to do something crazy in order to get away.

  My heart is beating so loud and fast I think it may give away my location. There’s not much time before they come looking for me. Luckily, it is late in the evening and the bus station is rather empty.

  Get a grip, Brianna.

  I cannot call attention to myself. Stepping casually into the restroom, the first thing that hits me is the nasty smell of urine. God knows when this restroom was last serviced. Then I notice the pale green walls and the pink sinks. This room has not been touched since the early 80’s - literally. I notice my reflection in the mirror and quickly spring into action and start to remove all traces of my current life. Take the makeup off. The most masculine clothes I have will have to do - Baggy and saggy jeans and an extra-large sweatshirt. Pulling up my long brown hair around my head and fastening it with pins. Then, I put on the wig of short black hair which I took from a new girl before I left. I don’t think she will miss it, after all she had like twenty of them. Putting on the baseball cap, I chance a look in the mirror. Almost done. The finishing touch: brown colored contact lenses I had gotten from the super store’s vision center a while back in order to cover my blue-green eyes. Stepping away from the sink, I stared at the image in the mirror. I just might be able to get away with it.

  Snap out of it.

  I have to hurry. Opening the black trash bag I brought with me, I take the clothes I took off and placed them in the bag. Placing my trash bag at the bottom of the bin, I put the restroom’s trash filled with discarded paper towels on top of mine. Hopefully if they look inside this trash bin they will only see the paper towels and not realize my clothes are underneath.

  Calmly, I sling my back pack on my shoulder and walk out of the restroom making my way to the ticket window. Looking at the board, I see the next bus is headed to Miami, FL. There is an older lady inside the booth and it looks like she is reading a book. As casually as I can, I say: “Excuse me, ma’am, one ticket to Miami, please. When is the bus leaving?”

  Without looking at me, she says “It leaves in 20 minutes.” She rings up my ticket, I hand her the cash and she gives me my change. Shit! 20 minutes is 15 minutes too long. I have to find a hiding place pronto.

  After I get the ticket, I turn around and scan the room. I decide to chance it and step outside. I look around and find the bus arrival/departure area. The bus was already waiting for passengers, but I am not stupid. Those goons will show up in a few minutes and the first place they will look will be on that bus. The second place will be the bathrooms. At the moment I am covered by the shadows in the parking lot. I have to find a hideout fast. My head starts hurting and my heart is thumping.

  Breathe. Breathe.

  A vehicle is coming. I hide around the corner of the building trying to figure out where to go. When the vehicle pulls up next to the bus, I realize it is a white van. On the side, there is a sign that says “Joy of Clean, Janitorial Services.” The driver and another guy get out of the van and then they go to the back of the van to get their cleaning equipment out. They are talking about their weekend plans, joking and laughing. I find myself wishing I could joke and laugh about my current situation... Once they are in the building, I make my way to the van and try the handle – the door opens! While climbing inside the van I hear a loud engine approaching. I don’t bother to look, my heart is telling me it’s them. And I still have ten more minutes before the bus is ready to go. I quickly slam the door, lock it, and hide behind the driver seat, next to all the brooms and mops and cleaning solutions.

  Just as I settle behind the seat, the vehicle pulls up near the van. I recognize the voices. It’s Jesse and two of his body guards. I tried to stay calm, but my body is not paying attention to my brain at the moment. I am so scared I shiver and shake as if I was locked inside a commercial freezer. At this moment, I would much rather be inside a commercial freezer than waiting for these monsters find me. I hear Jesse give instructions for one of them to go inside the building, the other to go around the building and he was going to look inside the bus.

  Minutes feel like decades and time moves ever so slowly – but my heart is beating double time. I feel someone lean on the van and try the handle, only to find it locked, then something hits the van and I jerk out of fear, but there are no windows on the back of the van and they cannot see me.

  “Son of a bitch!” Jesse says as they reconvene in the parking lot. “Are you sure you didn’t see anything?” He asks the others.

  “Nothing, Sir.” One of the goons answers.

  “Did you show her picture to the cashier?”

  “Yes, Sir. Also to the cleaning crew and the few customers inside the building. No one has seen her around here.”

  “Dammit!” He says and hits the van again causing my heart to jump. I realize I have stopped breathing and make myself inhale slowly.

  “If she is not here, she must be at the train station. Let’s go!”

  After loud doors slam, I hear the squeal of tires peeling out of the parking lot and at the same time the bus engine reeves up. I jump from behind the seat up over the driver side and quickly look out of the window – they are gone! Unlocking the door, I jump out of the cleaning van and run towards the bus moving my arms so the driver sees me right as he was getting ready to take off.

  The driver opens the door and asks “Got any luggage?”

  “No luggage, thanks.” I climb up and start walking towards the back of the bus.

  “Miss?” I hear the driver voice again and my soul jumps out of my skin, he has recognized me!

  “Do you have your ticket?” Realization dawns on me as I turn around, dig inside my pocket and pull the ticket out, passing it to him. He gives me what is seems a knowing smile and I swiftly turn around and move towards the back, staying away from the windows – they were definitely not safe. Not until I leave this awful place. Finding an empty seat on the aisle next to an older lady, I sit down. Leaning back on the seat, I am able to take a deep br
eath. Looking up to the Heavens, I quietly whisper a thank you, and it is the first time in a long time my lips dare to give in to a tiny smile. Once my body stops trembling and my breathing returns to normal, I realize we are out of the city limits and it is the first time in at least a year that I actually feel hopeful instead of hopeless.

  “You will NEVER be able to hide from me, you fucking bitch! I will find you and destroy you! I will never stop looking for you!”

  Jesse’s voice chases me while I run as fast as I can, leaving me no choice but to draw a huge breath of air. I feel a hand on my arm, shaking me gently. My eyes open in a panic and I look down at my arm, then up, following the hand that is touching me. My gaze stops on a pair of gentle eyes looking sadly at me.

  “You were having a bad dream, dear.” The old lady says to me. I nod at her and smile thanking her for waking me up. There’s no telling what I have blabbered about while I was dreaming and I need to keep everything low key.

  I look around carefully noticing everything for the first time. The lights are off with just a faint glow coming from the emergency exit signs. Looking out the window, I read the next road marker that we come across. It appears we are in South Carolina. The temperature inside this bus is a little chilly, and I’m thankful for the oversize sweatshirt I have on. Getting up slowly to stretch my aching muscles, I look at all the other passengers around me: everybody’s head is bobbing gently following the motions of the bus. I allow myself to relax a little. Things are going good and this crazy idea is going to work out after all.

  When the bus arrives at the next stop, I approach the driver and ask how long we have to use the facilities. Fifteen minutes before we head out again. I hurry to use the restroom – another dinky one, but at least smells of pine sol instead of pee – and then I head towards the vending machines. Things have gotten pricey: I slide in a dollar and a quarter for a bottle of Coke, and another dollar for a Twix bar. Can you say sugar high? Shaking my head, I head back to the bus, the driver is talking to another passenger, telling him the next stop is Atlanta, Georgia, and after that he is headed for Columbus, Georgia. I have never been too comfortable in extra large cities. I start to consider where to get off. Although my ticket says Miami, Florida, I do not want to end up there. If Jesse figures out that I left on this bus, he will follow.

  Jesse is like my very own dedicated and personal bounty hunter, although I have never committed a crime, he treats me as if I had taken away everything that matters to him, when in reality he has done that to me and others. He is obsessed with owning me. Relentless. Always seeking me out. I have to come up with a plan to keep him away. If I could fake my own death I would do it, just to get rid of him, but I lack the contacts, money and access to do what’s needed to carry out that plan.

  Relaxing in my seat, I close my eyes again and when I wake up, I will be where life wants me to be. Long ago I made a promise to myself: When I finagle my way out, there would be no regrets and life will be lived to the fullest enjoying every day as if it was my last. I have suffered enough during my life and I am letting go of all that. Will my future be happy? Who knows, but I’m sure as hell going to give it everything I’ve got.

  The bus driver makes the announcement that we are arriving in Columbus, Georgia. I can’t help but to smile. Those three steps leading out of the bus are symbols of freedom, happiness and the possibility of dreams to be sought after – I cannot wait to leap out of this bus and into life. As the sun comes out in the horizon I look at the blazing orange, blue and yellow sky and say to myself “Happy Birthday, Brianna.” Today, I am 18 years old and free.

  Looking around the neighborhood makes me wonder if a bus station has ever been built in a decent area. There are questionable individuals everywhere. Thank goodness for daytime arrivals. Nothing can put a damper on my day, however, and I have tons of things to do. First and foremost I have to find a place to stay and put into motion the second part of my plan.

  I notice that the old lady who sat next to me also got off the bus. I ask her if she knows of a nearby motel. She indicates that there is one about a mile down the road, I thank her and start walking. While passing a car dealership I hear a loud engine and the sounds transports me back to last night. My heart starts hammering fast, my head feels hot and heavy. I find myself tensing up and have to remember to relax – I was not followed. No one knows my whereabouts and I need to let go of the fear. Fear can cripple you while it works its way inside your head. It creates holes filled with doubt until all your resolve is weak and sinks into nothing.

  Fear is the reason one believes when people tell you that you are no good, you are ugly and that no one is ever going to want you. Fear rules you when you are treated like scum – a piece of old gum stuck on the sole of someone’s shoe. You forget who you really are and the things you used to dream about accomplishing. You forget about hope and start to believe all the lies you are told and the real you crumbles into pieces. And while you are down at your lowest, the same people who hate on you start to put you back together with hate, but the pieces are mismatched and it is impossible for you to ever become whole again. You are now like a wall full of cracks, waiting for the final wrecking ball’s blow that will allow you to fall apart and never recover. It makes you weak. It makes you stay. It’s all you know… but now fear can kiss my ass. I will submit to it no more. I feel the resolve fill my body as I make this promise to myself: From now on I will seek fear and conquer it. Never again will I fall prey to its tangles. I refuse to give in. I refuse to live scared.

  Walking into the rinky-dinky motel, I am able to secure a room. The attendant doesn’t ask many questions. Actually, he doesn’t even look up. I notice the faded chipped pink counter and read the prices listed on a small flyer taped onto the counter. There is a lot to be said about a place that charges by the hour. Immediately, I say a silent prayer for the mattress to be clean and the room to be bed bug free. I’m thinking I may have to sleep fully clothed.

  Leaving the office I notice someone dealing by the dumpster, which confirms my suspicions about the place. This is not a very safe area. I hurry to the room, keeping my nose down to avoid “seeing” anything. I unlock the door and push it open when the smell of smoke hits my nose like a ton of bricks. One would think that after being exposed to that smell on a daily basis for-freaking-ever, that one would be used to it by now. Well, One.Is.Not.

  The room has seen better days, but I didn’t expect much of it, really, it would have been silly of me. It has the basics: a full size bed, a TV, small refrigerator, a microwave resting on top of the fridge, one lonely window covered by old dark drapes and an air conditioner unit below the window.

  Stepping into the room, I place my backpack on the bed. With one swift motion I take off the hat and the wig I was wearing, relieving my itchy scalp. After removing all the hair pins, my long brown hair spills down all over my shoulders and my back, like running water. I take off my oversized clothes and stand there in my boy shorts and tank top. Turning the clock radio on, someone is belting out a song about freedom and new beginnings, and I think how fitting for this moment, I can’t help myself as I’m listening to the beat I break out into a happy dance.

  Later, I feel relaxed after a hot shower and clean clothes that are not ill fitting. The TV is on and I’m randomly changing the channels. It feels weird being on my own, as if I’m a little lost. I guess when life is planned for you day in and day out, you lose your decision making abilities. I only have enough money to cover the motel for a few weeks and then I will be on the streets.

  “You will never amount to anything!”

  That damned voice again. Years of being a victim of hate will continue to play inside your head even if you are long gone and far away from that situation. It’s hard to believe that I was able to escape from a sadistic mother, only to unwillingly fall prey to a sadistic motherfucker like him. I would much rather be disemboweled while alive and breathing, than to ever let anyone have that power over me again. I allow mysel
f a moment to feel sad and lonely. I don’t dwell on it long. I have survived this far and will continue to do so. I can’t afford to trust anyone. The friends I left behind are better not knowing what happened and it is better for me to keep it that way.

  As I am deep in my thoughts trying to ignore the memories that keep oozing out of the vault inside my head, I remind myself that I have options. Life will get in the way, but I have the power to decide how to handle MY life, and I choose to survive. I choose to be happy.