My Outlaw

“I always carry it with me.” He dug down into his jeans pocket and pulled out a note that looked very worn. “You can read the whole thing. I think that’s why he wrote it for both of us.” I took it from him with shaking hands. When I opened it up, I noticed it was tear stained. The creases were almost ripping, as though they have been opened and closed many times. I tried to be very careful as I read it.
TO THE PEOPLE WHO FIND ME:
DON’T CONTACT MY FAMILY. IF THEY WERENT THERE, OR IF THEY DIDN’T COME WITH, IT DOESN’T SURPRISE ME. THEY DON’T CARE. CONTACT THE PERSON WHO DOES CARE, MATTHEW ROBERTSON, AND GIVE HIM THIS NOTE. HIS NUMBER IS: 956-662-7055.
MATTHEW:
I’M SORRY ALL THIS HAD TO HAPPEN. IF IT IS THAT BAD, PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE. MOVE ON FROM ME. I DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONE TO HOLD YOU BACK FROM FINDING LOVE AGAIN. BUT, PLEASE JUST DO ONE THING FOR ME. REMEMBER THAT GIRL I AS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT? THE ONE FROM MY FOSTER HOME? HER NAME IS ALBA. FIND HER. GIVE THIS TO HER. DON’T SRICK AROUND FOR ME. MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE, DON’T LET ME HOLD YOU BACK. FIND LOVE AGAIN, JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT THERE DOESN’T MEAN YOU CANT. AND REMEMBER, I LOVE YOU. NOW AND FOREVER.
ALBA:
BITCH PLEASE. STOP YOUR CRYING I KNOW YOU ARE. DON’T LET MY DEATH TARE YOU UP. IM STILL WATCHING YOU, PROTECTING YOU WHEN I CAN. JUST LIKE WE DID IN FOSTER CARE. I NEED YOU TO ALSO DO ME A FAVOR. WATCH OVER MATTHEW. I KNOW YOU PROBALY DON’T KNOW HIM, BUT HE IS A VERY LOVABLE GUY, YOU WILL LIKE HIM RIGHT AWAY I BET. I KNOW YOU WILL. YOUR LIKE MY SISTER, AND I HOPE MY DEATH DOESN’T STOP YOU FROM YOUR DREAMS. BECOME THAT FAMOUS BASS PLAYER. LIVE YOUR LIFE.
I LOVE YOU BOTH.
Eric Younger
I added fresh tears to the note. I folded it up carefully and handed it back to him. He shoved it back into his jeans and I surprised him with a hug.
“He was right. We get along really well. Just like he thought we would.” We were soon crying over each other.
“Life sucks sometimes, doesn’t it?” I nodded and my phone rang. “Who would call you at this time of night?” I shrugged and looked at the caller I.D. Unknown number. I shrugged again and answered the phone. Big mistake.
“Hello?”
“So, your real name is Alba?” I sucked in a breath.
“Mark.”
“Bingo, babe. Ready to join me, tonight? I’m coming for you, and we both are going to die tonight.”
“Please, leave me alone, Mark. Please.” Matthew was moving to get up. The bus stopped suddenly, and he fell to the floor.
“To late. I’m here.” He hung up the phone. I could hear the curses and mumblings from the rest of the group in the bunks.
“Matthew. Go to the others and don’t come out. No matter what. Find a way to get out of here. I will fight my own battles. Go!’ I pushed him, and he turned to me.
“Don’t die. That is all I am asking.” I nodded and he walked to the bunks. I turned toward the door where I knew Mark would be coming and got ready for the fight of my life.

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