Five

                                    

                                          
"You are not from around here are you?"
"Just visiting." I respond when my brother says nothing. Honestly! He was just staring at this her. If I was in her shoes I'd be more creeped out than flattered.
Don't get me wrong. She is a stunning girl. Impressively long brown dreadlocks, flawless brown skin and dark eyes. But I doubt anyone would enjoy just being stared at.
It's been hours since we landed in Barcelona and we've been wondering aimlessly killing time while trying to brainstorm a plan.
The girl picks a piece of bread from Ronnie's plate twirling it around before throwing it back into the basket. "Well, if you need a tour guide. I know all the best places around - for some cash obviously."
"Thanks we'll keep that in mind." I respond quickly making it clear as day I didn't give her offer a single thought. She stares me down for a while then turns to my still frozen up brother winking at him before practically skipping over to the group she walked in with.
"Way to go Elsa." I tease Ronnie laughing. I'm not even sure he heard me before his bolting towards the men's urinals.
That evening we roamed the streets of Barcelona taking in as much as we could before we leave tomorrow.
"Why do we have to leave tomorrow?"
"Because we can't stay in one place for too long. It's easier to get tracked down that way especially when it's the first place we've been to." 
"I wonder what mom's thinking. The note you left was kind of shitty."
I snort. "I know but it will have to do for now."
Ronnie stops walking staring ahead at the brightly lit cathedral. "I know it's hard for both of us and mom too. Look, I promise we'll ring her before we leave."
We take a few polaroid pictures. While walking back to our hotel something- rather someone suddenly runs into us. And they instantly fall to the ground.
"You." I say glaring at the not so familiar face.
"Wow, you two are stronger than you look."
"Jazzlin!" A voice yells from the crowd of people.
"Please you've go to help me. I can't let him find me." A sudden expression of urgency and desperation clouds her face.
"Whose h-" I don't even get to finish my sentence because Ronald pulling us farther from the crowd of people. He then pulls off my Adam Selman moto jacket despite my protests. Exchanging it with the girl's bright yellow cardigan and I also had the bag she was carrying and her beanie thrown at me.
"We'll meet you back at the hotel." The two are gone before I can even open my mouth. I put the jacket and beanie on. Then casually gaze at the tall building. Mentally preparing the speech Ronnie is about to get.
Suddenly a hand yanked me backwards.
"What the fuck?!"
"Sorry. I thinks you maybe someone else." The man that was chasing the girl earlier apologises in a thick accent. He searches the crowd before jogging in the opposite direction.
I huff and begun walking towards the hotel.
"Explain yourself. Who are you? And what did that man want?" I demand the moment I close the hotel door behind me. She sat on the bed while Ronnie sat on a stool taking care of her bruises.
"I-"
"Ru, relax."
"Relax my fuckin ass. I won't let some random girl jeopardise our plan and put us in danger. Answer my questions or I'll personally drag you back to whoever that man was."
"I'm Jazzlin Hudson. I had lived in the United States all my life but when my gran passed I had no choice but to come live here with some abusive foster parents. That's the man I was running from."
"How do we believe you're telling the truth and not just lying to us? I'd take you a thief than a damsel in distress."
"Jesus, Ru! Have a heart. Can't you see its a touchy subject for her." Ronnie defends the stranger. Irregardless I continue to glare at the girl wanting answers.
She shrugs. "You can check the file in my bag. It has all my information. I cannot go back to that terrible place. I'm not asking you for help, you've already done enough and I am truly grateful."
"Sure as hell we've done enough." I mutter fishing out the file from her bag and going through it. "So you are running away."
Her shoulders raise and fall.
"We leave the country tomorrow. You could come with us." My eyes shoot up from the file in my hands to my naive twin brother. Like honestly, were we not raised by the same woman?
Jazz looks between me and Ronnie. "I don't know about that... I wouldn't want to step on anyone's toes or-"
She would be dancing on my toes if she agreed.
"Nonsense come with us. We'll pay for everything."
What has come over this boy?
"And where will you get the money for that?" She chuckled making light the question.
"Exactly, Ronald, where from?" I cross my arms over my chest. Challenging his glare.
"Ru, don't be like that." He addresses me with a sigh then turns back to look at the girl. A smile on his lips. "Money is not a problem. We're crazy rich."
I facepalm. What the fuck has gotten into him?!
"W-what do you two do for a living?"
"Bitcoin. What's it to ya'." I retort before Ronald can open his stupid mouth again.