I sat there on the floor of my apartment for a while.
Me crying, Jack hugging me.
"Do you want to go now?" Jack asked after a few minutes.
I nodded.
We got up off the floor, and walked downstairs into Jack's apartment.
Jack got us tickets for a flight to LosAngles.
He said we would stay there with Mark for a while.
We were sitting on the couch eating potato chips, when there was a sudden news flash.
Jack and I immediately sat up.
"It seems that a girl with the name Chantelle Harley," the news reporter said. "has escaped from a police car. Please be on the look out for her, and call the cops if you see a head of poorly dyed blue hair."
Jack shut the TV off.
We looked at each other with a surprised look.
We ran upstairs to pack.
I started shoving clothes into my bag.
So did Jack.
We didn't even bother folding.
I ran downstairs and shoved food into my bag.
I ran into the living room, grabbing my phone, laptop, phone charger, and laptop charger.
Jack ran downstairs and stood next to me.
"Where are we going to go?" I looked at him.
"LosAngles." He solidly answered.
"The flight isn't until tomorrow!" I said.
"We'll go to the airport and but tickets for a flight today." Jack grabbed my hand.
"Are we seriously?!" I gave him a look that read: "are you crazy?!"
He gave me a nod, and pulled both of us out the door.
Jack and I decided not to take a taxi or any type of car.
We ran to the airport, got tickets, and hopped onto the plane.

After a while, we arrived in LosAngles, finally.
Jack and I hopped off the plane.
He then called Mark and told him to pick us up.
A few minutes later, Mark drove up to the airport.
We got in Marks car.
"Hey, how's it going?" He asked us.
"Good." Jack and I said at the same time.
"Except there's psycho trying to kill me." I said.
"Yep, we better go." Mark put the gear in shift, and sped off.
A few minutes later, he asked: "How long have you been dating?"
"About two weeks." Jack said, looking at me in the back seat.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back at me.
Mark pulled into his driveway, and we all hopped out.
Jack and I grabbed our stuff, and literally ran into the house.
Mark walked into the house, and locked the door behind us.
"Where are the spare rooms?" Jack asked.
"Upstairs." He said.
Jack and I ran upstairs, because we just wanted to get settled in.
I got a call on my phone.
I picked it up.
"Hello??"
"Y/N, where are you??" Said the person.
"How do you know my name??" I asked.
"I'm Chantelle." She said.
"How did the cops let you have your phone?!" I shrieked.
"They didn't. I took their phone from them." She said.
I immediately hung up.
"Who was that?" Jack asked.
"C-Chantelle." I stuttered.
"How'd she get her phone?" He asked.
"She didn't, she stole the cops phone." I dropped my phone to the floor, and sat on the bed.
"Call the cops, then!" Jack grabbed my phone off the floor, and dialed the police.
Nothing.
He tried calling random numbers.
Nothing.
"She hacked the cell line." Jack said.

Somewhere in Athlone, Ireland, Chantelle cocked a gun in her cuffed hands.
"I'll get you for this, Y/N." she muttered.