"Hey, Riley?" I hear Heath's soft voice. My eyes flutter open adjusting to the dim light. "We're here."

I sit up looking out the window. It was dark out, but the illuminating lights brightened some spots. It was a three hour flight here. I don't remembering falling asleep, but I was feeling overly exhausted when I got on.

I put my hair behind my shoulders as I stand up. Heath carries our backpack. We head out stepping on a deserted snow covered field. "He had us land somewhere away from people." Heath says. I nod as I hug myself for heat. The temperature here physically felt lower than in New York.

Heath starts walking towards a ranch, and I follow in his steps. Making our way through the un bearable cold we finally reach the ranch. I'm usually use to this weather, but I guess I've adapted to the Los Angeles heat more now.

Heath stands at the door, and looks around at the surroundings. He lifts up the porch mat. I guess he's looking for the key. Nothing was under the mat so he searches in the pots. "We're not breaking and entering are we?" I asked shocked.

"No. Obviously not." Surprise clear in his tone. "Why would you even think that? Princess, I'm trying to save you from jail, not make you get in even more trouble." He explains. I roll my eyes.

"That's not exactly what it looks like." I argue back. He ignores me, and opens the mail box. A smile erupts on his face as he reaches in pulling out a small silver key.

He inserts it into the key hole, and unlocks the door. He steps in without a second thought while I linger outside of the door; not sure if I should go in or not.

"We are not breaking and entering, it's Liam's." Heath reassures me. I smile at the better explanation and step in. The sudden warmth causes goosebumps all over my body, and I shiver under the change of temperature as I close the door.

I look around at the spacious and highly decorated ranch. "Liam's being immoderately generous." I state.

"There's nothing to worry about. He's just returning an old favour." Heath reveals.

"Oh." I reply trailing his voice back to the kitchen. Heath was busy looking through the cupboards.

"They're all empty." Heath says frustrated.

"So what? I'll take you grocery shopping." I reply calmly.

"We're on the television as wanted. I don't think we can go grocery shopping without getting caught."

My mood drops. I smile again as a thought pops into my head. "Well, we can't just stay hauled up in here, and starve to death. Life is about adrenaline, right? You play ball you should know. What's some fun without risks?" It wasn't the best idea. Mentally weighing everything, I figures I don't have much to lose if we do get caught. And getting caught was tremendously close to unlikely.

"Who are you?" Heath gasps.

"Riley King." I smile.

"No. This is my smart, cute, and my personal favourite risk taker Riley King." He grins.

"You wish I was yours." I retort smartly.

"Eh." He makes a face.

"Hey!" I cross my arms over my chest. He laughs.

"I was kidding." He checks the time on the gigantic clock hung on the wall." It's six." He says.

"Most stores are probably open." I reply.

"Okay, there's a car in the garage we can use." Heath grabs a key off the key hanger hung up on the wall. "I'll grab some money." He walks past me back to the living room.

I enter the living room right after he zips up the bag. "Lets go." He takes a door on the far end of the living room.

I walk behind him, and find myself staring at a black Lamborghini. "Liam is packed."

"You could say that." Heath shrugs, and sits in the drivers.

He was about to close the door when I step in between. "Oh hell naw. I wanna drive."

"What? Riley, you're a girl. Let me drive."

"Don't use the I'm a girl card, because I could say you're a guy so move your ass to the passengers seat."He raises his eyebrows. "Just let me drive!" I whine.

"Why?"

"Because it was my idea to go out. If it weren't for me you'd be inside still thinking of a way to get food, and not to mention starving to death."

"Fine." He groans. "But know, it's only because I'd like to drive you over this any day."

"Too bad that's not going to happened any day soon." I grin as he steps out of the seat. I take his former spot, and close the door. "Key." I let out my hand flat. Heath sighs and puts them in my palm. "Thank you."

"Anything for the highness." I grin. I insert the key letting the engine roar. "It's alive!" I announce as I switch the gear into drive.

"I think you've been depressed for too long, and all the weirdness, that I didn't even know you had, is currently all coming out." Heath sounds like he's mostly talking to himself. He looks at me. "I love it." He smirks. I smirk in response.

"All hoods up." I say as I take one hand off the wheel, and use it to lift my hood over my head. The garage door opens up.

On the road, I follow the signs that said Vancouver. From what I'm guessing the ranch is on the borderline of Surrey, and Vancouver.

"Where are we going?" Heath asks curiously.

"Downtown Van." I respond.

"Uhh..." Heath sounds like he's debating on something in his mind. The sounds of it makes me think that he wants to know something about my past.

"You can ask me. I won't get mad."

"Would you take me to your house?" He asks quietly.

"Why do you wanna to go there?" I ask as I pull up into a small market.

"I don't know. Just want to see where you grew up." He replies. I turn left into a parking spot. I turn off the car, and face him.

"Sure. Only because I know my dad's probably passed out somewhere that's not home." I reply.

My mind had no thoughts while my heart was endlessly aching and drowning in them. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. Most people refuse to go back to their past, but not me. As many bad memories I've had, the good ones will always take over. Jack has always taught me to face my past.

I roll my eyes when Heath's expression doesn't change for over a minute. I decide that I'm better off without this idiot for the time being, and exit the car. I start walking towards the market making sure the hood keeps my face hidden. Most of these people will recognize me.

I feel someones hand trying to intertwine with mine. I pull my hand away, grab the persons arm, and hold it behind their back. I get a hold of their neck with my other one. "P- Princess." Heath chokes.

I sigh in relief. I let go of my hold. "Don't do that again unless you'd like to be buried six feet under. Lifeless." I warn him.

He rubs his neck with his hand. "I like it rough. Show me that in bed sometime." He grins.

I put on a smile as I walk closer to him. Once I'm close enough, I lift my knee. He groans in pain, and grabs his possessions. I smirk in satisfaction. I turn around and make my way inside the small store.

He was getting on my nerves with his sexual comments. He doesn't have the right to play with my feelings like that. No one does. I grab a small basket, and start looking for food.

I grab some microwavable noodles, some bananas, oranges, and broccoli. I'm getting things we can make, and eat quick, because I don't think we'll ever get enough time to cook ourselves proper food. I also don't want to buy it, and have go to waste when someone else can buy it and actually eat it. Lastly, I grab a pack of gum, some vitamins, and a pack of Tylenols just incase.

I put everything down on the check out counter. I pull my hood further down. One by one the middle aged woman scans everything. She was eyeing me suspiciously, but never said or did anything.

"That'll be thirty five forty." She says. From the side of my eye I see Heath's hand holding out a fifty dollar bill.

She looks at it with question, but I nod persuading her to take the money. She hands him back the change. I grab the bags heading back to the car.

"You know I could've left you there to answer to her." Heath says as he catches up to me.

"And yet you didn't. Why?" I ask as I throw everything into the trunk.

I sit myself on the drivers seat. "Because I didn't want you to get caught." He explains getting into his seat.

I start the car, and drive off to the direction towards my old house. I don't reply to Heath. He doesn't nudge me either. My heart starts to beat out of rhythm as I pull up to a street I thought I would never see again for a long time.

I pull up at my house. It looked the same. The paint was chipped at places, and the frames were loose. No light was shining from inside meaning dad wasn't home right now.

"This is your house?" Heath asks sounding shocked.

"Yup." I sigh turning off the engine. "Let's go in." I open the door and step out.

Heath does the same. I walk up to the porch. The first step squeaked like usual. A smile appears on my lips. I stand in front of the door. 75392. I read my house number. The three, and nine were missing, but the tan around it made the missing numbers noticeable.

I curl my hand around the knob, and twist it open. Like always, the door clicked open. Dad always keeps it open, because he knows that he won't be able to open it when he's drunk. He doesn't want to risk sleeping outside specially since I don't live here anymore.

I feel Heath's presence behind me. He was deadly silent. Maybe it was a mistake bringing him here. Too late now. I sigh as I take my first step in.

The air was cold. When you first step into a house you would expect it to be warm. No. Mine was the opposite. It was freezing. I don't even remember the last the heat was on. Maybe once when I was fifteen. He beat me for it, because the electricity bill raised by five dollars that day.

My hands trails up the side of the door frame. When my hand comes in contact with the light switch I push it up. The room brightens up. I wasn't surprised when I saw what I did.

The furniture was covered with white blankets. I remember covering them before I moved out when I turned eighteen. They weren't in good condition anymore, but I remember the light in my mom's eyes when they first came. The white sheets were now covered by a layer of thick brown dust.

The air smelled the same. The intoxicating smell of alcohol made me flinch from all the memories that this particular brand has connected to it. I should be use to it, but I know somewhere in me I wished it didn't smell like this anymore.

My feet make their way up the stairs to my room. The rusty door squeaks open. My room was exactly the same. Does he even live here? I ask thinking to myself. I couldn't force my feet to make their way in.

The same hard mattress laid on the broken wooden frame of the bed. The dresser still stood against the wall beside the empty closet. I've never opened the closet doors, because I never even had enough clothes to fill two of my drawers.

I back away from the frame of the door, and turn around to go back down stairs when my eye's land on the door. Most people would say that the door led to my dad's room. I would say it was a gateway to hell.

"NO!" I shake my head to get rid of the memory. Slowly, I make my to the door. I stood inches away. My hands were shaking as I lifted one to open the door. Flashbacks of the blood that covered this white door made me cringe in fear. Jack's blood.

My finger tips barley touch the door, yet it creaks open. I turn on the lights. The room was hauntingly empty. Out of the two rooms in our house, this was one that you could actually call a room. The bed seemed new, and the paint smelled fresh. I shake my head in disappointment. All this to make sure a girl would come home with him, and stay the night. I honestly don't even know why I even call him dad. He has never done anything that a dad ever would.

I turn off the lights, and turn around. I gasp when I see Heath looking down at me with concerned eyes.

"You're shaking." Heath notices. I look at my hands, and tuck them into my hoodie's pocket.

"It's defencelessly cold." I try to cover. "W-we should get going." I step around, and make my way down the stairs. His heavy steps followed.

I unlock the car. We both get in at the same time. I start the car, and back out the driveway. I was about to drive down the street when I see my dad pulling up in a car with a blonde in the the passenger seat, and park on the side.

"Why did you stop?" Heath asks. I didn't get a clear glimpse of him, but I could tell it was him.

My eyes zone in on the two. The blonde gets out of the car after my dad parks in the driveway. My dad makes his way around to her, and curls his hand around squeezing her ass. I clench my jaw in anger. It was dark and cold, but I could still make out the girls mini skin tight dress. Their lips meet for a second before my dad gestures her towards the house. He opens the door, and closes it after she's in.

I put the gear back into drive, and step down on the gas. "You're worthless. All girls are. I didn't want you!" The sting from his slap was still hanging around on my cheek. The floor didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.

He unbuckles his belt. My whole body went motionless as he rose his hand. The belt came down in a whip landing sharply on my left thigh. "AH!" I cry. My hands instantly touch the wound causing me to wince in pain.

The blow was so hard it ripped through my sweat's fabric, and the blood already started flowing out. "You are a worthless piece of shit! I wanted a son!" I whimper under his dominating voice.

"D-d-da-d."

"Don't fucking call me that. You are not my daughter!" His hand rises up again. My gaze drops to the ground.

"Riley?" I look up to see no one. "Riley?" I hear a distant voice. I look around, but no one.

"RILEY!" I look down at Heath's hand on my thigh then turn my head to look at him. "STOP!" He yells. I hear a loud horn from my side left side. My head snaps facing the sound. I get blinded by a cars head light. I turn the cars wheel to the right, but the other car hits the back of mine.

The car screeches forward after I press my foot down on the break. Eventually, the car comes to a halting stop, and my forehead painfully lands on the wheel. "Ugh." I groan as I bring my head back up.

I look at Heath who's forehead had blood dripping from it. "Heath?" I gasp. He groans.

"Fuck. I-I'm fine." He wipes his blood. He turns around to look at the car who crashed into us. "They're probably okay. Just drive we can't be caught by the police."

"Bu-"

"No, butts. Just go." I do as he says, and drive. My hands were still shaky, and my vision was starting to get blurry.

"Riley stop." Heath demands once we we were in the middle of no where. I stop on the side. I breathe heavily. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have taken you back." He says.

"No. I shouldn't have went. I just thought I could handle it better. I spaced out."

"Yeah. Kind of obvious. You were going over two hundred kilometres an hour, and you do tend to space out a lot." He explains. I look at him in shock.

"Maybe you should drive." I suggest.

"That's funny. I was thinking the exact same thing." He replies.

"Yeah." I exit the car. Heath takes my previous spot, and I take his. The rest of the drive was utterly silent as none of us knew what to say.

We enter the ranch. I put the groceries down in the kitchen. I grab our old bag, and take out some medications for Heath. "Heath." I call for him from the kitchen.

He comes in wearing his grey sweats, and favourite shirt. Skin. "You called?"

"No, god did. Yes, I called. Let me clean that up for you." I nod to his forehead. His eyes go up trying to look at what I was nodding at he.

"The ceiling looks fine." He jokes grinning. A smile appears on my lips.

"You know what I was talking about." He walks towards me, and takes a seat on the kitchen counter.

"Wait." He stops me from wiping off the dry blood.

"What?"

"What am I getting out of this?"

"You won't bleed to death or get an infection."

"That's not enough." He protests. I ignore him and continue on, but he moves his head back. The back of his head hits the top cupboards. I burst out laughing when he groans in pain, and grabs his head.

"Before you get anymore injuries. Just let me fix this up."

"A kiss!" He yells making me flinch.

"What?" I ask confused.

"If you get to fix up my wound, I want to get a kiss in exchange."

I put my hand down on the counter. As I much as I wanted a taste of his lips again, I don't think I have the will to stop after that. "Well, I'm guessing you want an infection then." I put down the cotton ball, and turn around to walk away.

Heath's hands slip around my waist. He pulls me against him. His head rests on my shoulder. "No. I want you." He corrects.

Inhale... exhale. I rip his hands apart, and stand back a few feet. "You really need to get yourself checked out about your sexual tensions."

"I already know the cure."

"And so do I. What I should do is go into my room." I walk closer, and closer to him until my lips are hovering over his ear. "Then I change into the best lingerie I have. You. You wait, and wait, and wait. Then what I do is turn off the light and..." I bit my lip then start backing away. When I'm about five feet away I finish off. "... go to sleep." I turn around, and sprint to a room not waiting for Heath to catch up.

I close the door just before hearing a loud bang. "Fuck Riley! You shouldn't have done that."

"And you shouldn't have so many sexual tensions." I yell through the door.

"Let me in! You can't stay in there forever."

"I know, I'm just waiting for you to calm down." I reply.

"Oh. So you're scared."

"No. I'm being smart."

"We'll see about that." He says. I hear the sound of fading footsteps, and relax. I walk over to the bed, and take a seat. My head was still throbbing from the impact. I was just lucky it wasn't bleeding. The sad part is a bruise about the size of my head should be covering my forehead by morning.

I was pretty relaxed and calm until I heard the door knob being fiddled with. I roll my eyes. I grab one of the pillows off the bed. I press it up against my face, and scream on the top of lungs. I let the pain, and frustration both flow out.

I pull the pillow away to see Heath staring at me with a risen eyebrow. "What?" I ask.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking back to the conversation we had in the kitchen." He grins.

"I know, about you getting an infection. I can already see it happening." I shrug.

"No about how you wearing the sexiest piece of lingerie you have. I just wanted to edit the ending though." He walks up to me, and pushes my back down on the bed. Before I could get back up he straddles me.

I grab the pillow, and cuddle it on top of me. "Really Heath? Really?" I ask tired of all this. I'm not going to fall for his tricks.

"Come on you know you want me." His voice comes out husky.

"What I want right now is some microwavable noodles." I respond truthfully. I haven't ate since this morning in New York. Even then all I had was one bite of a green apple.

"Wow you must be out of it." He says.