Pattimari Sheets-Diamond brought Charlotte Huston-Johnson in as a co-writer when she got writer’s block.
It is a time-travel story about a young girl who was running from her step-father when Sara took her in and hid her. After a year, her father’s investigator found her and she started running again.
After eating a pickle from a jar of pickles that was pickled in London in the 1800’s, she time-travels back and forth from London 1800’s to present time America.


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  1. Chapter One

    Lydia Graham heard crunching and knew he was right behind her, running and stepping on dry branches – coming closer. Out of breath and exhausted she knew she had to keep running and hide somewhere, but where?
    They were deep in the forest of Sonoma, California, and up ahead were small cabins, but that wasn’t good enough, given that she’d be trapped if he followed her in. Her mind was racing while scurrying across broken branches, rock, and all the while trying to find a good place to hide. Turning her head back to see if he was close behind, she tripped over something hard and fell down an embankment. While she rolled downward her mouth tasted the foul


    rotten dirt; making her wonder if something had died there in the soil. The sound of water rang through her ears and her heart began racing faster and faster until she thought her heart was going to burst. As she neared the bottom, she twisted and turned her body to miss rocks in the way, but instead landed hard on top of a small tree looming out of the ground. Rolling off into the sand she saw blurred images of clear water running freely over rocks. Scooting her body along, trying to get near the water, she felt a strange sensation running through her body; striking at her mind and its clearness. Images grew dimmer until she dropped her head on the sand and fought the lightheadedness by closing her eyes. After a few minutes she opened them, fearing she must have seriously hurt herself.
    Blood in the sand alarmed her and as she looked down at her leg, she saw blood oozing from her ankle. Her face felt wet and sticky and when she wiped it with her arm she noticed it

    was dripping blood. Feeling light as if she was fading, she feared she was losing consciousness.
    No…I can’t faint…he’s right behind me somewhere, anywhere…somewhere. He could be looking down at me – right now. Oh God, she prayed, please…don’t let him find me…I feel
    Woozy. I…I’m going to…Lydia went unconsciousness.
    “Lady…Lady…are you alright? Wake up lady.” screeched the forest ranger. He pulled out his cell phone and called for help.
    “Send a stretcher down Lucas path…hurry…a girl has fallen down an embankment and is unconscious.”

    Two days later~

    Lydia lifted her head to see where she was and moaned with pain. People were whispering, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Where am I? She lifted her leg trying to sit up, and cried out. There was a dim light, but she couldn’t see clearly. A woman stood up and

    moved over beside her, placing a smooth cool hand over her forehead. She pushed her long auburn hair away from her face and whispered,
    “It’s okay honey. You’ve hurt yourself,, but you’ll be fine.”
    “Ohh…my head hurts.”
    “I know darling, you fell down an embankment and hit your head on something. You have a bump on your it and abrasions on your arm and leg, but for now you need to keep your body still. At least until the orthopedist gets here to make sure you haven’t broken any bones,” a gentle voice said.
    “Where am I?”
    “In Forest Valley Hospital – a ranger found you unconscious, but soon after you gained consciousness and have been in a lot of pain since. Your father is outside the door, but we want the doctor to see you before we allow him to come in,” the gentle voice said.
    “No, no…please don’t let him come in…please,” Lydia cried and reached for the woman’s hand and clutched her other hand on

    the skirt of the nurse’s uniform.
    The nurse touched Lydia’s forehead and said, “He’s not upset with you dear – he’s eager to see you. Lie still and don’t worry.”
    Lifting the pitcher she poured Lydia a glass of water and helped her drink it through a straw. Then told Lydia to rest while they waited for the doctor. The light was too dim for Lydia to see what the nurse looked like, but she knew her voice was gentle. She feared the nurse would let Cecil come in. After all, he was her step-father, but what they didn’t know was that he wanted to kill her. Sighing she reached down to touch her leg and realized it was wrapped in gauze, as was her arm. Her weak body was filled with pain, still, she had to get out of the hospital before Cecil came in. Leaning her head back on a pillow she closed her eyes trying to think of a way out, and fast.
    The nurse could see Lydia was a beautiful seventeen year old girl with silky auburn hair and long slender legs, making her look like a model.

    “Where does your mother live honey?”
    “My mother died when I was ten.”
    “No wonder your father is worried sick about you.”
    “He isn’t my father, he’s my step-father and I don’t want him to come in.”
    “Shhh…it’s going to be alright. You get some rest now.”
    How am I going to get out of here? I can’t wait for my step-father to come in and demand to take me home. He will kill me – now that he knows I know about my mother. Maybe, just maybe…later tonight, I can sneak out when it’s quieter, she thought to herself as she adjusted herself and tried to look around the room. Her eyes were adjusting to the dimly lighted room, but she still couldn’t see well enough to know if she was on the bottom floor or on a higher floor of the hospital.
    As the door opened, she took in a deep breath and waited to see who it was and then slowly let out an exhale. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest. Taking in another deep breath

    she held it while a coarse hand touched her forehead. She moaned. The hand left her forehead and who ever it was – walked out. It looked like a doctor, but she wasn’t sure.
    Lydia could see a small light under the door and as she turned her head to see what was in her room, she could see it was a small room with one bed. Reaching over to feel it there was a table nearby, she felt a hard cold surface with a pitcher filled with liquid. She dipped her fingers inside the pitcher and tasted. Water. She listened, but didn’t hear anyone, so she stroked her legs and moved them to see if she could stand up. Thinking she could, she maneuvered her legs to the side of the bed and stood; wobbly. Her leg hurt and feeling dizzy, she closed her eyes knowing she had to get out of the hospital – and fast. Rapid thoughts raced through her mind on when and how. She knew she had to get out of the hospital – and fast. Her mind began to race with thoughts on when and how. Hearing footsteps coming toward her
    door, she quickly jumped in bed and pretended

    to be asleep. The same gentle nurse touched her head.
    “Honey, are you feeling better?”
    When she didn’t answer the nurse turned on a night light near her bed. The woman touched Lydia’s head again and Lydia moaned just enough to pretend she was asleep, but disturbed by the touch. Seeing the woman walk over to the closet and open it to set her purse inside caused a letdown feeling go through her. She then sat down next to Lydia’s bed. Damn. Lydia kept her eyes closed and waited. There wasn’t any clock in the room, so she didn’t know how long the nurse had sat there when another nurse came in and whispered that she should take her break before the doctor arrived. Oh please don’t let the other nurse stay, she prayed.
    Lydia’s heart was pounding, but she continued to look like she was asleep. The nurse opened the closet and pulled out her purse, opened it and took out the things she needed and put it back into the closet. Lydia knew she had at least 10 minutes. Most job breaks were that or more.

    As soon as the nurse closed the door, her aching body moved slowly, but she finally made it over to the closet. Wrapping the nurse’s around her shoulders, she grabbed the purse and quietly opened the door, then peeked out. Good. No one in sight. With her heart beating 90 miles an hour, she limped down the hall and out the door. Made it! She shuffled over to a big oak tree and hid. She peeked around the tree and saw that the hospital was a small one story building and looked more like a big brick house. The landscaping was mostly big tall trees and the name on the building said, Forest Valley Hospital – probably not more than twenty beds. Hurrying to a nearby van she found it unlocked, by luck. Climbing inside she moved to the far back and hid under a dirty blanket until she could decide what to do. Her leg hurt like hell and her arm was throbbing, but she wasn’t worried about the pain right now. Having to think and think quickly about what she was going to do was much more important. About the time she thought she should get out of the

    van and try to run toward the street, a man jumped in and started the van up driving away while humming to himself. He must be happy to be off work, she thought.
    The sweat was pouring from her forehead and she felt sick with fear that he’d see her under the blanket. He seemed to be driving leisurely down a hill. She thought to herself – where in the hell is he going?
    After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped the van and climbed out – locking all the doors. After a few minutes she peeked out the window and saw he had parked in the driveway of a small white house. It was neatly manicured and looked like a fairly nice neighborhood. She waited another few minutes and then quietly opened the van door and jumped out, taking the blanket with her. She knew she needed to find somewhere to hide, but where? Her leg hurt and queasiness ripped through her body.
    At a sails pace, she finally made it over to the curb and sat down. After catching her breath, she opened the purse she had taken, to see if it

    had any money in it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a wad of bills in the corner of the coin pocket. My lucky day. She counted four twenties before a car light came up the road. She tucked the wad back in the purse and ran to hide behind a tree.
    She knew it was wrong to steal, but she needed the money. I’ll send it back when I get settled somewhere…she thought to herself as she peeked around the tree. The car passed without seeing her. Good. She felt relived. Knowing she had to get out of sight and into a hotel room, she started walking. Not knowing the area she didn’t know which direction to go. Confusion set in and she felt weak. I need to rest, but it’s more important to get out of sight. I’ll continue to walk. As she turned the corner – there in plain sight was a bus stop and she cried with happiness.
    Walking at a fast limp toward the bus stop, an older woman pulled her BMW over to the curb, her window bit by bit went down and she asked if Lydia was okay. Knowing she needed a ride to

    a motel, she began thinking fast. “My boyfriend got upset and dropped me off here and I don’t know where I am. Is there a hotel somewhere near?”
    The woman smiled, pushed the passenger door on unlock and said, “I can take you to one. Hop in.”

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