I better have amazing calves after this. In one day, I've run more than my whole entire life.

I slow my run to a walk. I want to say it's been five minutes since I left the diner, or where the diner used to be. I did move into the woods so that oncoming cars wouldn't see me. Nevertheless, I was still going the same way, at least, I think so. Truth is - I don't know.

I don't know anything

My soul is tired. Does that make sense? I feel like you have to be in that situation in order to understand exactly what I mean. I'm tired of running, I'm tired of fighting. I'm racking my brain to come up with anything. I've lived here my entire life, but when it comes down to it. I'm a stranger to my surroundings. That's a scary place to be.

I wonder if Cole is thinking of me? Does he even notice me gone?

I feel a small ping in my chest. I really do miss him. I try not to miss him. I try to push his memory aside but in the end. He's always on my mind. I swear the image of his blues eye is glued to the inside of my eyelids. It makes it even more painful that I can't see him, can't touch him.

I'd give anything to be next to him in the car like I was just a few days ago. We were just talking and I was safe. I didn't think anyone wanted to kill me- or did I? It doesn't matter, I was with him.

I stop, hearing a noise apart from the leaves under my feet.

Sirens- Police Sirens

Where there are police sirens, there are connections.

I peek out of the trees. Looking for the police car. The lack of street lamps makes it very difficult to truly understand my surroundings. A building with lights beaming through the windows is what I settle on.

The smile is evident on my face. I make my way closer to the building, trying to make out the sign in front of it. Although I still couldn't read the sign, I get close enough to see police cars lined in rows in the parking lot.

***

I swear the glass doors are way heavier than they should be. Of course, my struggle with the door brought a lot of attention myself. That and the large amount of blood on my shirt; some mine, some not.

"Ma'am, ma'am are you okay?" One officer opens the door, helping me to a seat.

"I'm fine," I breath out, the officer was very close to my face. I kinda just need him to back up a little bit.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

I didn't see the person who shouted it, but I assume another officer.

"No!"

"Ma'am we're going to get you medical attention, okay?" The officer in front of me speaks.

"No, please don't," I remove myself from the officer's hands and stand from my seat. "I just need a phone."

The officers, whose name tag reads Moreno, looks at me hesitantly before leading me to a desk.

"The area code is 840." He shoots me a tight-lipped smile before going to whisper with the front attendant.

Let me get out of here before they do something gallant. I picked up the black business phone from the desk. Immediately freezing after placing it to my ear.

I don't know his number

The dial tone mocks me, laughing, I may start to dial but I have no one to dial. I place it back down, embarrassed. It doesn't help that I can feel the eyes of officers glued to me. Watching my every move. I know they want to know what's going through my mind right now, what lead me here. I also know that they won't help me unless I ask for it.

I look around for Officer Moreno. He's still talking to the attendant. His eyes shift quickly to the woman in front of him once I catch him looking at me. Weirdo.

"Excuse me?" I try to get his attention, he turns and smiles at me.

"Is everything alright?" He walks towards me.

He knows what's wrong, but I appreciate him acting like he doesn't.

"Yes, um, I actually don't know his number," I start holding my side, now very aware of the pain.

"Who are you trying to call ma'am?"

I don't know if that's an appropriate question and I'm almost positive it's not protocol.

"My boyfriend,"

Ha, I wish

He lifts a brow and I'm not gonna lie. I'm kinda offended.

"Cole Black, can you contact him for me?" I ask timidly. I know someone here, if not all, is on his payroll.

Moreno's eyebrows lift even more if possible. The small pause in the conversation rises my anxiety drastically. I know Cole is involved in illegal activities, I also know I'm at a police station. However, despite all of that when has our police station ever been known to actually be about doing the right thing.

"Alright, follow me." Moreno stands and leads me to a secluded room. It was gray, dim, and there was a desk in the middle. I would think it was an integration room but it had a little more lights than that.

"Are you aware of Mr. Black's activities?" The Moreno sits down in front of me at the desk, "Is he the one who did this to you?"

Why the hell would I want to call him if he's the one that shot me? Big Brain.

"That's the dumbest question you could possibly ask," For a second I can see the spark of anger in his eyes, "Now if you could call him that would be great,"

He takes a deep breath.

"Ma'am, are you aware of your boyfriend's relationship with the Cazadores? They are a well known.." He clears his throat, "Group, around here."

"Never heard of them," I readjust my seat position. I know I denied medical attention, but the piece of cloth I wrapped around myself is almost red all around.

Another officer in the main room catches my attention from the small window in the door. I notice he's on the phone. When he makes eye contact me he does something, different. He didn't wink or nod his head.

But in his eyes, he gave me a look of reassurance - Somethings wrong. I look back over to the man in front of me.

"Why are you so interested?" I ask. Moreno clears his throat again, shifting in his seat. He's lying, I don't know about which part exactly, but he's lying.

"We have been investigating them for a while, as well as your boyfriend," The way he was sitting up I could see his wrist. It wasn't his exposed wrist that caught my eye, it was the tattoo on it.

It's a black wolf. The way it was drawn, it seemed like a symbol instead of a regular tattoo. I think a little harder. Cole's mostly kept me out of the history of his gang and its rivals. I don't remember hearing something about a wolf, but that doesn't mean it doesn't mean anything.

"Nice tattoo, what's it mean?" I gesture to his wrist.

He pulls his sleeve down, "Nothing, it's just a family symbol."

Family symbol? A black wolf?

"Have you called Cole yet?" I ask after a small moment of silence.

"No ma'am, I think we're going to keep you a little longer for questioning," He stands up, buttoning his suit jacket.

I stand up as well.

"Questioning? For, fucking, what?" Almost as soon as I stand up the room starts to spin. My head has such a sickening ache to it. I could swear I'm not even in my own body. It's so bad it makes me feel numb.

Moreno grabs me, but not in a saving way. He holds me in a chokehold. Mouth close to my ear.

"Black is very lucky to have such a pretty girl like you," Moreno whispers in my ear, lips moving toward my neck.

I scream the best I can, but it doesn't get very far and actually makes me feel a whole lot worst.

Someone must have heard it because the door slams open. Before I can even see who's at it, I'm in someone's arms and Moreno is slammed to the ground. A spectacularly muscled man is on top of Moreno punching him senseless. I'd know those muscles from anywhere.

Cole

My heart flutters at him being in my sight again. If that's Cole, then who is holding me? I turn my neck to look up just a little bit. I'm then paired with familiar brown eyes.

Elijah

I give me big brother a hug as best as I can from my current position.

"I've missed you so much." I cry.

"Trust me, Lorena, we've missed you more." Elijah just holds me until the sound of grunting and bone-cracking stops.

And to top it off, a gunshot

Killing a police officer in the police station - only me, only us.

Warm arms pull me towards a hard chest. The smell is intoxicating. Something so familiar, yet I'm still a stranger to its irresistibility.

"Cole I-"