Runaways

Chapter 5

"That was so much fun," Charlotte gushed as her and Conner walked out of the arena venue once the concert was finished.

"Yeah, I know," Conner replied. "You wanna drive around before you have to go back to your brother?"

Charlotte scanned her home screen on her phone and decided to ignore the texts and calls from her brother, best friend, and parents. "Yeah, sure."

They made their walk to Conner's truck and got in. However, it was obvious that it was going to be a while. The traffic from the concert was horrendous. "We probably are going to have to wait until things clear up," Conner said.

"That's okay," Charlotte shrugged. "There's not much we can really do."

"I know one thing we can do," Conner said, a devious grin growing on his face. As Charlotte turned her head towards him in curiosity, she noticed that Conner had leaned over and was only millimeters away from her face before he met her lips in a heated kiss.

The two did this for a good twenty minutes, not really focused on the people that may have passed by them or the cars that drove by. Conner deepened the kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth taking Charlotte a bit by surprise. His body drew closer to her's and she became more aware of his wondering hand, one squeezing high up on her thigh, the other almost right around her butt which created a bit of discomfort from Charlotte, but she didn't say anything. Their lips drew apart from one another as Conner nipped and kissed his way down her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as his tongue drifting lower and lower until he reached her chest.

"Conner, wait," Charlotte said becoming extremely uncomfortable. He didn't stop though. Instead, he squeezed her butt and his tongue traveled closer to her breast. "Stop!"

"Come on, baby," Conner whispered.

Charlotte was trying to pry him off her even though he was extremely strong and forceful. Her panic temper drove her over the edge when she managed to fully push him off of her. She got out of that truck as quick as she possibly could and ran. She didn't care about the traffic. She didn't care about the large amount of people. She just ran. When she felt that she was safe, she got out her phone and called Isaiah immediately.

"Where the hell are you?!" Isaiah answered the phone, Mia sitting right beside him, their sides touching.

"I don't know," Charlotte started to cry. "I have no idea where I am. Isaiah, I'm really scared."

"Okay, Charlotte, calm down," Isaiah said worried about his sister. "Turn on your location settings and text it to me. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"But Mom and Dad will be able to see it," Charlotte told him.

"Turn it off right after and we'll drive to some other city before they even find out," Isaiah told her. "Just do it, Char."

"Okay," she sniffed holding back tears.

She ended the conversation with her brother and sent him her current location through Maps. She knew her parents were able to see it, but at this point she didn't really care. It was times like these that she actually needed them. She wanted her mom there. She would hold her until everything was okay again. She would always give the best advice about boys. She needed the guidance. She just needed her mom.

Carrie noticed her phone buzz against the bedside table late that night after both her and Mike had fallen asleep in each other's arms, something that the couple hadn't done in quite some time. She couldn't help but check it as she leaned over Mike's big and strong physique and grab her phone to check it, and as soon as she saw the Maps notification, she freaked.

"Mike," Carrie shook him violently until he was awake. "Mike!"

"What?" he asked tiredly, his eyes still closed.

"Mike, wake up. Charlotte turned on her location settings on her phone," Carrie informed him.

Mike instantly became more awake as he sat up with his wife looking at her phone with her. "What? Where are they?"

"Somewhere in Atlanta," Carrie replied. "Oh my gosh, Mike we have to go."

"Okay," he said getting up out of bed with her as quickly as possible. "I'm calling the police to tell them so they can help us out. By now we should be able to file them as missing people."

"Mike, what if they're gone before we even get there?" she asked worriedly.

Mike held her hands and kissed her forehead in hopes to comfort her. "That's just a risk we have to take."