It had been two weeks since Ob had left. They had talked every day, and it was always the highlight of her day. That was until her controlling father took her phone away. Daisy Jones was sitting in her room crying. She never knew why her parents hated Ob so much. He was caring and generous and loved Daisy really well.


    Blaire walked into Daisy’s room with a soft knock. “Daisy, honey. Why are you so upset?” She said, touching her daughter’s brown hair.


    “Why do you all hate Ob?” She asked, sobbing. “What did he do wrong?”


    “Because Oscar-Blane was never grateful for anything we provided.” A deep voice cut in. “Cut this nonsense out. We don’t cry over spilled milk. He’s gone, he has been gone. Let this go.”


    “How can you stand there and say that he is ungrateful?!” Daisy cried. “What has he ever done to show you that is the truth-“ she flinched. Blaise had raised his hand as a threat he would strike his youngest again.


    “That’s right, you understand the repercussions of running that smart mouth of yours.”


    “Blaise, please. I can-“ Blaire tried to say before she got slapped.


    “Quiet!” He hissed. Blaire’s eyes started to well with tears. She gathered herself and walked out. Everyone in the Jones household feared Blaise''s anger. He was a brutal tyrant who cared little for his family. “Now,” his eyes shifted to Daisy. “Are we done crying over the ungrateful Oscar-Blane?”


    “Yes,” she said, looking down.


    “Yes.. what?” He asked through gritted teeth.


    “Yessir,” she said, not moving her eyes up to look at him. He walked over gently and kissed her on the forehead.


    “Good girl,” he whispered. “Goodnight.” Blaise left the room. Daisy was tired of it. She had to find Ob! Maybe she could live with him, and the two of them could make it big. Ob was brilliant, and he could teach her all the lessons in school. He was also resourceful, and he could cover her. She just knew it. Daisy spent the next hour crafting the perfect plan to find and live with Ob. Her troubles would go away. It would be challenging, but they are tough. Together, they can survive anything. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    She started packing everything. She paused; she was only fifteen, and she had to think rationally. Okay, only two pairs of shoes, she thought. No, I’ll have to leave with things I can carry for a long way. My phone, some water, some snacks and some spare clothes. Perhaps a jacket and a blanket.


    Daisy finished packing up her bag. She put her ear to the door. She could hear some movement going on, and it was just after midnight. Daisy heard the deep laugh of Blaise in the background, and he must still be up watching late-night talk shows, she thought. Any movement I’d make, he’ll hear for sure. Damn.


    Daisy sat back on her bed. She turned the lights off and set an alarm for two hours. She put her phone on vibrate and put it under her pillow. She would feel the vibrations that would wake her up. She put her head on her pillow and dozed off.


    Daisy woke up in what seemed like two minutes to her pillow buzzing. She wiped the drool off her mouth and straightened her hair. She snuck out of her room ever so quietly. She closed the door slowly. Daisy knew the layout of her house, as if it were the back of her hand. She knew where everything was, so walking in the dark was no issue for her. The problem was she lived on a farm. She had to take extra care not to wake any of the animals.


    As she passed by the TV, she saw that Blaise was sound asleep. Blaise was snoring loudly, the snore he had when he drank too much and was knocked out cold from the liquor. Daisy flipped him off and then walked out the sliding glass door. She slipped out the small crack, closed the door, and bolted. Daisy was not unathletic. She was one of the more gifted athletes in her family, and she was going to try out for the volleyball team next fall as she would go to high school as a sophomore.


    She made great time hitting the edge of the woods. Daisy looked back at her old home. She was taking time to catch her breath. With a final big inhale, she continued her run through the forest. The only thing that was on her mind was getting to Ob. She was picturing her brother’s huge smile and warm embrace as she came and lived with him. They would be free of the terror that was Blaise. She was too preoccupied with the thoughts to notice she was being followed.


    Two creatures were slowly following their victim. They communicated with each other with looks and grunts. Silently, they started to approach Daisy Jones. The young woman was blissfully unaware of the danger surrounding her. As they stalked closer, her mind was filled with fear. She screamed as loud as she could, but no sound came out. She turned and ran in the other direction, slipping as she looked back to what was chasing her. She ran a hundred yards or so and turned to see if she was still being followed. She hadn’t seen the third creature standing in front of her. Daisy slammed into the creature and hit the ground hard; the last thing she could think before being knocked out was, “I’m sorry, Ob.”